morning run
Location
streetlamps reflect off the wet asphalt
orange leaves lay scattered on the ground
the air is wet
the breeze is crisp
hands are cold
feet are warm
blood pounding through my fingertips
circulating through my body
throbbing in my toes
the beat of my heart
the beat of my feet
my breath crystallizing in the air
the air is cold
the breeze is crisp
hands are throbbing
feet are warm
burning calves
ragged breath
quicker steps
a ray of sun
streetlamps go out
orange leaves burning
on the asphalt
the air is golden
the breeze is crisp
hands are red
feet are numb
the sun is shining
feet are tired
breath is gone
the air is clean
the breeze is fresh
hands are warm
my feet want more