Running.
I'm running as fast as I can, through the woods. I feel surprised I haven't tripped over any of the many branches that cover the forest floor. Now I see why the girl always trips in the movies. It always looks stupid and phony, but that's only because the branches and twigs are very, very small. It's twilight now, getting darker by the second. I look behind me - never a good idea when you're running through the forest at full speed in the dark - nothing there. There never is.
Running is always a good feeling. I picture a mini-me riding on the tiny blood platelets. Crashing into each other like a fantastic water park. Traveling down into the legs, the tip of the toes only to be propelled back up into the body, to the hub of the heart. Mrs. Frizzle would be proud. I see waves of oxygen flow into the muscles, they breathe a relieving sigh as they absorb the life in.
What is life?
Is it blood?
Or is it air?
I'd say both. Could either 'live' without the other?
I think of such weird things sometimes.
Running up the drive way, being thankful the porch light was left on, I stand on the steps and look at the sky. Tracing the shapes of the silhouetted trees, absorbing the colors of the sunset through my eyes, down to every cell of my body. I put my hands on my hips and inhale a deep breath. One of the cats comes up and rubs herself on my legs. Letting go the breath I turn around and open the squeaky screen door.
"Have a good run, Velo?"
Dan has planted himself on the couch. He looks so relaxed, so much more relaxed than I ever saw him in the old house. Since he got this new assignment, life has finally calmed down. I would say this is the easiest time he's had in his life, but I don't want to jinx it.
"As good as usual. I need new shoes though... I've run in too many burr patches." I say grabbing some OJ from the refrigerator.
"Hmm."
"Why don't I ever remember to wear bug repellent?" Scratch, scratch, scratch.."Oh that's right, because it smells like crap."
"I hate to tell you, but you don't exactly smell like a basket of flowers after you run."
"Har, har. I'm going to go shower."
I sit on the wooden chest at the end of our bed to take off my socks and shoes. Slipping off my damp top and stepping out of my shorts and underwear.
I always stretch in the nude after I run. It may seem vain, but seeing my muscles taut in the mirror lets me know this is well worth it. The glow of fresh blood coursing through my veins, making my cheeks and lips red.
Dan walks in, "I thought you were taking a shower?"
"I like to stretch a little while my muscles are still warm." I say glancing back into the mirror,clear skin, aqua eyes, and long reddish brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. I sit down on the floor at touch my toes.