Mud on my shin, remnants of yesterday's rains. Sun on my shoulder, today's clearing. Sneakers skipping over fallen leaves, branches in angriest torment, left twisted on the side of the road. An acorn rolls beneath the sole of my foot, it's trickery meant to trip me up. I kick it down the hill, bend down to save myself from the fall. You always creep back in, as that autumn chill I can not seem to shake. I breath, I run, I listen......to the sound and feel of the beating beneath my breastbone, vibrations of my heart keeping pace with my laces. All I can do is let go......
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