He's a lone runner...
Pacing through the quiet morning streets....
Nothing but his thoughts...
And the morning darkness....
The street lamps casting a eerie orange glow around him....
Faithfully hitting the streets at 5 am....
The comfort in knowing every morning...
The familiarity of his stride....
His ridiculous safety vest fastened over and even tackier Neon Orange Jacket....
He will be at my corner at exactly 5:05...
And I will pass him as I'm off to start my day...
Wondering....
Where are you going my friend....
What brings you out to my morning streets....
What goal is hiding in your heart....
What race....
Familiarity....
Routine...
His...
And mine....
My legs and heart longing to match each stride....
To feel the morning air on my dampened skin....
The clarity and cleansing of a perfect morning run....
And I know....
This final morning....
That come Monday.....
The Lone Runner...
Will no longer be braving the 5am streets alone....
For now there is two....