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  • Blank. My mind was literally blank. A clean slate, impermeable and impervious. The rain was light, the temp balmy, the sky darkening with streaks of red.

    It was the perfect setting.

    I ran, a little labored, through the streets - testing my tensed limbs. I paced and pushed, refusing to let up. Today was not the day to half ass it.

    Treading through puddles I made it home, finally remembering, that I could not remember when I ate last. Grinning I kept walking - this moment, right now, was just mine.

    Usually I don't walk alone at night. Not that I'm fearful, but more that I'm cautious. My neighborhood is eccentric, perfect in its imperfections, a scattered array workers that like me, just want to make life better.

    So, drenched and reveling in a post-run endorphin kick I wandered through the streets. Who lives here? What's everyone else doing tonight?

    Smells of dinner, propane, cigarettes mixed with the sounds of languages from all corners of the Earth infiltrated my senses. We all belong in some weird way, because we don't belong.

    Finally I came across the basketball court, abandoned at the first sight of a storm - yet still alight beckoning for a game. And for some reason I felt whole again. Someone, it told me, will always leave the light on for you. And once again I'm reminded to be thankful for the little things. Basketball courts...and showers. Yes, post-run showers are good too.
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