wetted tar

I feel free today. Open and clear. Rain is sporadically coming and going. Earthy and mild. It reminds me of playful kisses. Soft lips drawing a smile. It’s not washing away the old, but decorating it. I breathe with the swaying trees. Confident and eased.

I ran shirtless. 5 miles in the dark. Sweat and rain coated my back and throat. Chances of lightening broke my moments. There wasn’t anger, although there could have been. I was an animal pressing forward. Thousands of years of evolution refined my knees to pound against the wetted tar.

“let me scream, let me scream” I whispered
“let me whirl around this planet”
“become something new”
“old”

this was perfect.