The sun splashes intricate blades of gold in between the shadows of Autumn leaves causing the sidewalk beneath your feet to glisten like a shimmering lake at dawn.
You’re running, but you might as well be gliding.
You welcome the frigid air caressing your face. Some mornings you dread the ice cold kiss of your morning run. This morning is different. Determination drives your every step.
There is no purpose, but to not stop. There is no responsibility to anyone or anything drawing you away from the calming familiarity of willing yourself to simply, keep going.
Your chest heaves with each stride and breath.
Thank god I wore my good sports bra today, you think as you glance down to quickly admire your soft, ample breasts.
As you take in the sight of your deep cleavage, a man stands up from a park bench, then bends to tie his shoe directly in your path. You look up just in time to see your knee collide with the top of this stranger’s head.
The man jolts up, reels backward and falls over the bench he was previously sitting on. He lands flat on his back.