Today

I run....
Through tall trees and over the splashes of light that mark the ground,
and dance wildly around my feet with every gust of wind.
I run....
Feet pounding on the dark asphalt,
that tell the tell of hundreds of other runners,
with a thousand different dreams of glory,
each one to be forgotten.
I run....
Gravel sliding behind me,
the familiar sound of sand and pebbles crunching under my feet.
I run....
Across the bridge with each stride come vibrations of the wood.
Below me is still blue water, silent and cool.
I run....
Through pain, past exhaustion, into the splendor.
And tomorrow I will do the same.