This dawn’s sky is thick with doughy clouds, obscuring a typical dog day scorching sun. Rows of willows hug a spacious park and flail mossy limbs, causing gusty winds to whip through its yawning grounds. I savor wafts of crisp air prickling my skin as I stand on a rocky trail worn smooth by constant foot traffic, its sand soft and crunchy. Noisy cicadas lay dormant at last, a calming hush from an always constant buzz. I pass by a now drab playground looking forlorn in its vacancy. For an instant, I bask in my isolation and run.
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