The run

Inhale, inhale, inhale.
Step.
Exhale, exhale, exhale, exhale.
Step. Step. Step.

That's me running.
No gimmicks. No talking. No company. Not even music.
Only the rhythm.
Breathing and the rhythm. Heart pumping. Steps rippling through the body with steady beat.
Love the feel of the soft turf under my sneakers. Dirt path. Off road. Crunchy leaves. Sandy patches. Fresh scent of the pine trees.  Barefoot on the hardened wet sand too. By the water edge. Splashing with pleasure with each rolling wave. Wind ripping thoughts off my mind.
Clear.
Fresh.
And the freedom of one rhythm.  The rhythm of breath. The rhythm of a heart. The rhythm of life.
Pump. Pump. Pump.
Pause.
Beat. Beat. Beat. Beat.

Let's fly!