night runs

Night runs.
Ahhhh (breathe in), night runs.
They have always been my favorite.

When I was in college,
I worked evenings
and I didn’t get home until 11 p.m.,
and then my favorite thing to do
was lace up my running shoes
and run.

To run under the stars and the moons
without all the honking cars and barking dogs
is as peaceful
as runs can be.

The weather is turning toward fall
and there is a slight breeze
and it’s not too humid at all any more.

This time of year,
–this and spring–
are the two little pockets
when I don’t hate
being here.

I run to reclaim myself,
to remember myself.
 To know what hasn’t changed
despite all that has.