I started running at 7:30AM. Today’s weather is Sunny but windy. I ran the same route as yesterday - starting from my subdivision, passing through a half kilometer power line towards the valley. Along the way there are patches of green grass with birds chirping. Autumn has yet to come. It is believed starting in September. Nevertheless, it will not prevent poets composing. I wouldn’t know as I’m no poe
Thought it might be cold so I donned on a colorful jacket. Few steps into the running, I started sweating, I tied the jacket on my waist and keeping running freely, feeling like a balloon in the sky. Suddenly I saw my own shadow on the ground, looking like a moving cask. Five minutes later, I made a turn and ran towards the hill. On the top of the hill, my eyes were brightened by glowing reflection from the sea water under the sunlight. Far, far away, mountain after mountain, island beyond island, it is the edge of Atlantic Ocean. Forests, mountains and beautiful lands, none of these are mine. That’s not a problem. Like Tom Buchanann moving his broad flat hand, I will move my tiny fine hand, just like that; half of the earth is under my feet. Ha, that’s how it feels. Keep running…