Glorious in the sky, the moon appeared.
The winds from earlier in the day had softened.
After a tiring day at the office, the rectangular track around the apartment complex summoned a pair of sneakers.
Saucony, size 9.
Around the buildings I walked.
While the sun set.
I’m really not fond of the “buy this piece of property” sign that adorns the field.
This would have been a prettier photo without it.
The nostrils tingle from the cold. It’s about 47 degrees.
I attempt to clear my mind.
Lap 1 is done and the neighbor says “hello.”
He had a cold day at work, outside, in the wind.
The moon shines bright, not quite full.
Sky begins to darken around me.
Silence hides with the sound of passing cars and a bum knee crunching.
I hit the home stretch of lap 2.
I would keep going, except I see the door to dinner and warmth.
I wonder what’s for supper.
Chicken and roasted brussel sprouts sound good.