Sunset; sky turning pink purple
Legs hammering like
pistons upon the path
Wisps of hair stinging like whips in the wind
Heart pounding; ears roaring; mind soaring
Sweat tracing serpiginous paths on hot skin
Face flushed enough to illuminate the night
Trees swishing in the breeze, whispering
Reaching out, fingers sweeping through leaves
Fluttering enticingly on the branches of the bowed boughs
Momentum
propelling; pushing past everything
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