6 miles today underneath the round cloudless sky. The sun was bright and young. My sweat vaporized at first contact with the light wiping breeze. I felt cleaned today. Cleaned inside-out. Fresh blood, the minute stagger in my step. Shoulders hung loose. I let go of the backpack straps today. I let my hands flow freely. I could feel the air. 


I walked down a street of old auto-shops.

I finished Serial Season Two.

I knocked out a This American Life.


I matched my shadow today, dressed in black.