Confession # 7

Sometimes I get lost.

This morning was one of those times. I woke up feeling like I had been absent from things for awhile. So I did something I had not done in a couple of months; I went running.

I love running on an empty street. I love running in the morning mist. I love running over steam grates. I love running with the music playing so loud it is like my very own personal soundtrack. I love watching newspapers being delivered. I love watching flower vendors inspecting their deliveries. I love watching the world around me getting ready for another busy day, and yet everyone leaves me alone. I am running. People get that. No one bothers me, no one interrupts. I am able to find my way back, my way back to my morning coffee and paper and another day to conquer.