run again

My route a familiar terrain, though my life lately causing me to embark on a mini hiatus from it; I resumed tonight, to find each path, each road, each turn eagerly awaiting my every step. The cold air didn't bother me, in fact my breath, now steaming in the fall air seemed beautiful under the glare of the street lamps like a protective mist surrounding me as I ran. My keys jingle-jangled in the pocket of my fleece, which was new to me tonight as well; I usually keep a solitary key in my bra. We runners do what we can. These talkative keys made their sounds in unison with my step, with my my breath and I seemed a working machine. I pressed on, making my noises, this machine I was this evening...spouting steam, jingling, thumping...the cool night air felt so nice against my skin. And my feet were happy again.