Evening Run

I ended the evening with a short run, quiet and serene on my own in the dark. The cinnamon smell of sage, the fresh scent of green grass, the pungent scent of water and asphalt. And as I ran slowly up the hill, the last balmy heat of the day, still held in the pavement. The distance, falling away under me, unnoticed, as I looked up at the faint expanse of the Milky Way across the sky.