Dashing out the door as if I didn’t go now I wouldn’t go at all, I am into a night of artificial light. So quiet is my mind finding peace on this busy early Friday evening, running through the bustling streets of Quincy. A handful of minutes earlier the run was shrugged off for plans that are to come later this night. Then, a knee jerk impulse, and I change my mind for the run. We weren’t late, later when we arrived at a gathering, so if I hadn’t run we would have been early. Something tells me, subconscious’s soft reminder, if you hadn’t taken the time to run earlier, tonight wouldn’t be as fun.
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