Still she runs.

September 10, 2011

As she enters the kitchen, her hair is already falling out of her bun, her nose is a bit runny and her eyes red.

She says she is tired but doesn’t want to miss today at school, there is too much going on.

She picks at her toast, then looks at the clock.

I get a half-hearted kiss at the door.

She drags herself off to the bus stop in the early morning light.

Something catches my eye and I look out the window.

Her long skirt and blue blazer fly by as she runs down the hill. She says running down that hill makes her happy.

Even into the gloomiest of days, still she runs….

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