Sunday night, after the sun set, I found myself in my front yard with Winnipeg. Something snapped under my feet, and I started running as fast as I could...wearing flip flops.
And it felt so good to feel my legs push my body forward as my feet touched and lifted off the ground. My lungs filled with air. Good air that they have been craving. I felt like I was flying.
Dogs are the perfect companion for such random moments, and she jumped right into the game. She's a faster runner than I am, and she can be a bit frightening to watch barreling forward because you think she won't stop. But she usually does.
I'm still smiling at the thought of me and my dog running like maniacs in the front yard. As fast as we could. And laughing loudly. And not caring who might have seen it.
And it felt so good to feel my legs push my body forward as my feet touched and lifted off the ground. My lungs filled with air. Good air that they have been craving. I felt like I was flying.
Dogs are the perfect companion for such random moments, and she jumped right into the game. She's a faster runner than I am, and she can be a bit frightening to watch barreling forward because you think she won't stop. But she usually does.
I'm still smiling at the thought of me and my dog running like maniacs in the front yard. As fast as we could. And laughing loudly. And not caring who might have seen it.
Feet touch ground.
Lift off.
Pushes me forward.
Flying.
Lungs fill with air.
Exhale.
Pushes me forward.
Satiated.
Legs jump in the night.
Dodges.
Pushes me forward.
Delight.
Here there is no finish line.
We run
and we laugh
under the glow of the moon.
Lift off.
Pushes me forward.
Flying.
Lungs fill with air.
Exhale.
Pushes me forward.
Satiated.
Legs jump in the night.
Dodges.
Pushes me forward.
Delight.
Here there is no finish line.
We run
and we laugh
under the glow of the moon.
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