One foot in front of the other on
a beautiful Chicago day. It's fall,
but today somehow feels more
like summertime; though the sun
shines effervescently, her shadows
are long--as is my pace, my rhythm,
steady. The lakefront calls like a
siren, and then, I've gone farther
than I expected (before I even
realize it.) It's almost like magic,
my legs carrying me effortlessly
through one of the most stunning
afternoons I've seen in a long time.
The breeze is steady and propels me
onward, forward motion a welcome
certainty, familiar (like a comfortable
sweater, or freshly washed linens at
the end of a long day). Left, right;
breathe in
and out.
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