I am back.
For how long is an impossible thing for me to say
But for now
My Self is back.
Carry Dawn
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addicted_Eyes@flickr
Outside is so much more awake at half past eleven than at the times I usually go out to run.
Much more than the physical exercise, it's the mental earnings that make me long for night-time runs.
It's been a while.
The river sang a beautiful tenor.
I felt his skin.
The air smelled like autumn leaves.
I ran on top of them.
When I turned back, there were new sounds that I, curious, followed.
They led me to a bats' house.
They fell silent when I stood under it and looked up. And talked again when I imitated their voices.
It probably wasn't the right frequency, but still they talked.
I'm sharing this my autumn.
Carry Dawn
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