Running

A little short prose I wrote to keep pace.

The smell of fresh cut grass, birds chirping, engines humming and heart
pounding. The side walk a carpet of leaves and pine-straw. Sweat running
down my face, and worries dwindling with every inhale and exhale. I'm
running, and I'm gone.

Reviews

[Mr Alednac]

This was an interesting read, when one is running both physically and mentally all worries and troubles escape us, and everything around us is at peace.

[Derek Cummings]

So true. Thanks for the read!