Another Saturday Run

Small puddles of sweat spread out from each sneaker, as they hug themselves against the dark of the pavement. My flesh now naked, my soul utterly defenseless, in an almost skeptical sideways glance of pretentious thought, dripping wet, a river surrenders to the contours of my body.

 Nakedly bare, shedding skin by the roadside. Feeling the heat of my animal rise to the occasion, on a cusp of neatly chilled dawn air. How unfortunate for those of you still cursed under the slumber of night, as I slip out under the radar of dawn, alone, calm, and silent.  

Harboring in the shadows, gray hand of sky reaching, infusing a sense of grace as I witness the chilly unfolding of another Saturday dawn, as if it is something salaciously lewd I cling to. Inescapably theatrical, in precarious dance, sweat pulls my emotions into a melting on the ground. 

Magnetic force pulls me toward an embrace with the serenity of silent morning air. Another morning run well executed!