Clouds Up

Currently listening to: a cd I bought when I was in Taiwan many years ago. Listening to it makes me miss Taipei. The bustling streets. Eating out at night. My grandma.

Had a shower, and decided to go for an evening jog.

It was really refreshing.

Jogging alone at night has that extra element of danger in it. Whether real or imagined I don't know. Running down streets that are poorly lit, trees cast long deep shadows, the pavement stretches underneath you and its in the back of your mind you could easily fall as you leave the closing darkness behind you. Maybe you run faster when you can't see where your going.

I noticed there were alot of christmas lights. Normally I think they're tacky, but for some reason they were comforting to see tonight. Beautiful suburbia.

Soaked cold. My chest was full of pain, and I could hear myself breathing as I ran in the darkness. Was this what it was like to be truly alone? Just me and the world. The sky seemed more infinite at night than during the day. Like a cool stream running overhead.

You don't have many special nights. Nights that just seem magical. Even though I'm sure not all evening jogs are like this or will be like this... tonight was special.