It tastes of sand and salt and maybe a little dog drool.
Because my body is not a machine, because I cannot both run and engage in complex thought yet, reflection only happens in the cool down. As my breath relaxes and the heat dissipates (when I started running, no one mentioned that bodies could be so capable of burning- how did no one mention this?) I work through the difficult things, the knots I am too tired to avoid.
Today, there’s nothing to unravel, so I watch the fog - Karl - as he enjoys his brunch.
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