I streamed down the hill this afternoon—
It was quick; it was fast.
It held a power I knew, so vivid,
It bore my boldness, thought to be last.
I jumped, I jogged,
The roads were my domain.
The wind grew still when I decided to lay in.
I had been soft, I had become slow,
My body—stiff, my heartbeat—firm.
My bones were no longer the same.
Eons past had I been this free.
My feet were that of Hermes,
My steps rhymed with the breeze.
As I climbed the hill above,
My breath was lost below the summit.
My climb seemed to be for naught.
Here I lay past all my life,
Chiming through this last breath of boldness.
What a time it had been—
To be bold enough to run down that hill.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
I streamed down the hill this afternoon—
It was quick; it was fast.
It held a power I knew, so vivid,
It bore my boldness, thought to be last.
I jumped, I jogged,
The roads were my domain.
The wind grew still when I decided to lay in.
I had been soft, I had become slow,
My body—stiff, my heartbeat—firm.
My bones were no longer the same.
Eons past had I been this free.
My feet were that of Hermes,
My steps rhymed with the breeze.
As I climbed the hill above,
My breath was lost below the summit.
My climb seemed to be for naught.
Here I lay past all my life,
Chiming through this last breath of boldness.
What a time it had been—
To be bold enough to run down that hill.