I put feet to pavement.
Rivulets of melted snow
cascade in the gulley.
I run at its pace
admiring the clarity
beauty, and purity
of the water.
we both proceed swiftly
in the same direction.

Motivation is fickle.
Clear, blue skies lure
me outside for a run.
I crave sunshine and grapes
I run toward Spring
but the snow melts
away from it.
Still, we run in the same direction

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