I run in a local park I can reach by foot from my house that has a few trails. Running with cars sucks. Running with trees, birds, water, and sky is bliss. Last night to beat the heat, I went for a run by moon light in the park. Mind you the heat index at 12:30 am when I left was still in the upper 80's. It was a 3/4 moon and I got more than I requested.
you are a child. I had no voice to scream. It didn't make sense anyway. Bullfrogs cheered with their deep voices like it was the most awesome fourth of July fireworks presentation. Crickets chirped with a deafening harmonic. And so I leaped.
I leaped up and out. I leaped deep and in. I leaped to thoughtlessness. My mind was quiet. I left my pain with the body so I had escaped it too. I thought of nothing. I just witnessed from within and out. For 400 yards I was neither here nor there. I wasn't even. I was gone. Then I made the left I always do and climbed up and away from the scene of the crime. It was over.
With the fireflies gone, the bullfrogs silent and the chirps missing I slipped back into myself. But I had the pain of the run. So I focused on that. I focused in a positive way. I have chronic pain so this was nothing in comparison and I focused on it only to keep me from replaying my days. I wanted to be someplace with out worry and the focus on the pain was helping. The dark was playing tricks on me now. I was in the woods and my mind was filling in the blanks my eyes failed to sense. Figures and shapes appearing in the black. I climbed up and up. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I had arrived at my destination. I didn't know I was going here but there I was.
like I needed to be.
I think of the fireflies on my windshield differently now.