just now, under the purplish-blue sky, right before the eye of the storm or so i believed, i felt like i could run forever. facing the wind, or against it, i had it in my ears all the same. i was focused on one thing: moving, and it struck me! this is indeed the best type of healing.

i never got it when an ex-colleague back in sph days told me that she runs, and enjoys it because she need only focus on running. but today, really – this is the earned joy of a good run, of settling myself down.

maybe this is one of those rare days, but it sure feels good.