Lights Through the Eyes of a Runner.

The lights twinkle in the distance. They look so close yet as I reach out my hand to touch them, I cannot reach. It is as if they are just beyond my extended hand’s welcome. For now, I am just an observer. Contemplating their beauty. Seeking their meaning. I am not meant to reach these lights now. But be patient, “in time, you will touch me” they whisper. 

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