Tuesday, July 15, 2014

run / yoga / sneakers are wet


Sensation, viral through the webbing of my mind, clatters a beautiful chaotic melody.
The colors are always these exaggerated hues; haze has cleared and unveiled rainbows pour into my eyes. Saturation of overnight rain has ended, mud creeping up my shins, imprints left among the pavement, as my sneakers give away from which direction I have come. The mud becomes individual portraits, my sneakers the paintbrush used to paint on the canvas of black tar.

 Lingering beads of perspiration adorn my flesh, as raindrops still wet and powerful leak from tree branches above me.  A mosquito begging for a bite follows along in my shadow.
Summertime euphoria ensues.....sneakers hum to the melody.........

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