Dancing past streetlights

Yesterday,

Run in the chill of the night
Feeling cold air brush my breast
Dancing past streetlights
I watch my shadows in flight

first foray since the dec 4th marathon,
It felt terribly good.

I like to run at night, amidst the cold and silence. Talk to your own breathing, feeling nothing but yourself.

Sunday, I cut my own hair again. Haven't done that for a while. I think it's good.

Third entry for tonight.. I'm so full of myself.