Running
by Emily Ferguson
Oregon City, OR
It’s air so thick, as thick as my thoughts; the summer air so heavily rests upon my shoulders. Hitting the steamy pavement to the beat of my music. A movement so repetitious, so organic, I don’t have to think about it. I cry out to the summer air, as it cries back in a dewy haze. So fixated on my thoughts, I’m not even thinking about where I’m headed or how far I’m going. I just know that I’m going places and my mind is naturally sorting out the complications.
Exhausted, but I can’t stop. In my hysterical state I keep running. Keeping my pace to the music no matter what the song. The thick air gets thinner as the night goes on. Turning to a light rain, the dew gracefully hits my face as I run through it.
A sudden stop and I fumble over my feet. Palms smack against my kneecaps digging my nails in to catch my long lost breath. Looking to the heavens, the sky is clear. The moon, the stars, the drizzle, summer. My sanity is found.
