I step out of my procrastination and onto the road, ready to pick up the run I’ve been putting off.
The moment I finally make it from the trap of my desk chair to the threshold of my front door, that same smell of summer and spring hits me all over again, and the motif of my life is reaffirmed. Immovable laziness floats away, replaced by motivation and lightness of mind.
I’ve transitioned perspectives, and now I’m ready to ride.
Ditching my headphones, I’m hoping to hear something I might of otherwise missed.
I’m lucky. I’ve been kissed by the night’s sounds.
The rhythm of my feet sets the pace of the song in my head, interlocking the tempo of what I’m doing with why I’m doing it.
My concentration is consumed by the beat.
I have nothing more to say.