Saturday, October 21, 2017

Running in Chicago in the Fall

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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