The sun crept threw the windowcrawling across the floor slowly up the bed. The time had come once again for themorning would not wait for him and he knew it. He slowly rolled out of bed reachingover to the night stand with a blind hand searching for his sunglasses. Hisfeet testing the cold wood floor sending the morning chill up his back. It wastime once again for that morning ritual the sun had already set the day inmotion. After attending to his morning routine of shower and shave he put onhis shorts one leg at a time just like any other day, his shoes that tight familiarfit. As the man stretched he finally felt alive his body finally focused finallyawake. As he approached the front door he looked down knowing the day was his.
The light shining under flickeringacross the wood floor as the light warmed the doorway. The door crept open asthe man slid his glasses over his eyes. The light brought with it a splinteringheat, as it reflecting off the park cars only subdued by the trees who shadowsdanced upon the side walk. The slight breeze filled the man with hope as its refreshingtouched soothed his skin. The man began his day ever morning with a walk to thelocal store. The town was quiet and at peace the only sound his feet grindingagainst the side walk. It was a beautiful morning and the man felt unstoppable.His pass quickened as he found himself no longer walking but running he passedthe store he usually visited every morning not even considering turning back. Hefelt light and free as his feet rolled easily over the side walk. The blocks ofthe street flew past like pages in the wind. He closed his eyes feeling the breezekiss is cheek encouraging him to move faster. His legs pumping as the sound ofthe side walk slowly faded away. It was just him and the summer wind.
Time had been lost for the man, thesounds of the city where no longer there, the breeze no longer blowing its coolbreeze across his body. His heart racing his legs throbbing, the sun beatingdown on him as his feet pelted the ground with his stride, his breath growingheavy. As the sound of leaves wrestling in the trees filled the air. The parkwas only so a few more blocks away. The man dug deep and pushed against the concretefloor as his legs grew tighter and heavier. There was the bridge he was almostthere. His legs feeling like they were casted in iron as his heart pounded asif it was going to explode. The man started to stagger as his feet left theharsh concrete and touched the lush grass of the park as he slowed down. The man slowly walked to the nearby tree andsat under it. His heart was still racing, his legs no longer feeling tight nowfeeling like cooked pasta. As the man caught his breath there it was the coollovely touch of the summer wind. How he missed her touch and embrace. He nolonger cared that his heart was pounding in his chest or that his legs whereheavy like bricks. The man needed nothing at this moment, because he had thesummer wind and her embrace. The man slowly feels asleep under the tree. The birdsstarted to sing. The wind gently caresses his skin with its cool touch. “Theday is truly mine” the man said to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep underthe tree.