What seems to be my annual poem

RUNNING TODAY  

With the wind on my back

With the heat on my feet

I thought of today

I thought of yesterday

I thought of everyday

Where I loved and lived

Where I gave a part of me

    to that day and got a part

    of another so we could

    turn and give all of those things

    we gathered

    inside

To create another today

yesterday

and everyday

of loving and living

Where every breath is fresh

And feeds our lungs and souls

With the freshness and joy

That our history provides 

To heal our hurts and confirm the comforts

That puts the wind in our sails

And the heat in our hearts TO LIVE.  

(November 26, 2015, start time 12:36, finish time, 12:41)  

It's Thanksgiving today.  It was my birthday on Tuesday.  It was a nostalgic day - which was for all I can remember, a new way to feel on a birthday.  Life uniquities.  

I can't say I was thinking exactly the above while I was running this morning - but I suppose my subconscious was because it's what came out on the paper.  

Now...back to drawing.