A rainy day. I steel myself and go for a run, passing goats in a nearby allotment and following a dirt trail that takes me towards quiet woodland. Twenty minutes in, I trip over a rock and fall down. My cheeks burn. I pull myself up hurriedly and set off again. Suddenly, the surrounding quiet is pierced by the stiff sound of wood hitting plastic. I glimpse two boys playing field hockey up ahead, atop ground that is stricken uneven by roots and bumps. There’s always someone better than you. I run on, giving the boys a wide berth.
There are sometimes people better than you at something, but no one’s you ❤ (That was meant to sound all philosophical and shit – you're awesome!)
Great piece! It feels like an extended haiku. Simple, fast paced…a snapshot in time.
It came off as totally philosophical to me, Jazz. Thank you! That’s so nice. You rock ❤