i run

it's hot.
too hot to eat anything but salad and ice cream.

i ran in the rain again this evening.
it washed away the tourists from the bridge.
they held on for a little while, but finally slipped off
and splashed into the water
with a tiny plop! plop!

high above the water,
thunder and lightning overhead,
the bridge is mine.
it's exhilarating...freeing.
everything is a watery blur.
i run away from my bad mood,
away from raging hormones.
i escape.

the skies are a heavy, hanging, gray.
somewhere near home
there's a patch of pink and yellow at the end of a street,
lit by the dying sun.
the smell of fresh rain, of damp air,
it calms me.

for a brief moment
i feel at peace with the world
and myself
again.