The watch gave one mournful beep and died. I nearly stopped, not sure how to keep going without it.
But then there was just me, under a cloudless sky. Breathing hard. Feet pounding the pavement.
Running like time and distance didn't matter.
|Sparkly Vacation Fingers|
"All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was.