Firefly Run

Neighbourhood stream by day. And also - some drakes.

I love this warmer part of the year

and

since I started running I love it even more.

Last night I ran by the stream in my ‘hood;

for the most part it is not lighted with streetlights

so I run into warm and pleasant darkness filled with trickle of water, rustle of leaves and cooing of lovers from benches set by the path.

Tall grass was cut last week and the hay smelled sweet and powdery.

Fireflies roamed through the air.

Couple of over-fragranced ladies with tiny dogs huddled over some rumor hogging the road

but my legs were light and I circled around them and through the meadow.

Dog barked out of a nearby yard, startled by me running by so close and then abruptly stopped, confused by his own barking ringing briskly through the night.

Far ahead poplar threads were carried by the breeze under streetlights.

My feet tapped rhythmically on the path and down the street

and another street

and another street. Wind rose and I took off my cap and shook my wet hair into the wind.

Head cooled pleasantly. Feeling of refreshment set in.

I smiled; wide and wide-eyed.

Felt my soul wiggle and relax.

Miles felt sweet and muscles pliable and alive. Road like a silver snake curved out of sight. Train rumbled by.