meditation / methology of running

It is an immutable fact that I am hitched elsewhere, to another time and place. The sultry sway of the trees this morning does not hold me back, as the rain is imminent and humid air hangs like a drape along my shoulders. My face partially concealed by a swaying curtain of darkness, in an obsessive need, I wipe a gleam of sweat. Sweat pulling my emotions into a melting on the ground, the furthering unraveling of my deepest layers.