The Trek
Dusk has long passed and Mother Nature opens her skies to let the rain fall down,
Here I am jogging swiftly down the road,
Feeling the soft breeze and many drops refreshing my warm face as I go.
With every breath I feel freedom and and nostalgia.
My joints alleviate, despite the impact of each stride.
I realize that sometimes life is great and ignorance is bliss.
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