Torch Lit Run

  • Posted by howies
  • 30 October 2008

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6.30 a.m.
We leave town.
Past the rugby club.
No street lights to guide us now.
The moon helps.
The torch in my hand follows my running action.
Up. Followed by down.
Up. Followed by down.
Now and again we see a car.
Wonder where they are going.
Maybe a farmer.
Maybe a doctor on call.
Maybe someone going to London on business.
Up the hill.
Does anyone like hills?
There’s the bay to our left.
It’s there, honest.
We can hear it. We can smell it. Too dark to see it.
Pretty huh?
Head back home.
Back in time for breakfast.
Can’t wait for spring mornings.