I dreamt of running.
My feet lightly tapping the pavement. The way they knew to move before the exhaustion.
The weariness.
The worry.

I dreamt of running.
The pavement saturated from a fresh rain. The air moist. The sky dark right after the twilight.
The weightlessness.
The freedom.

I dreamt of running.
It will happen again one day. My strength will return.
My feet. They know the path they need to be.
Free.