Light

Sometimes, when I’m running, when I’m hitting that sweet spot where I’m warmed up, my arms and feet and legs are synchronized and my stride matches the beat of the song in my ears, I feel light.

I feel it shine from my fingertips. It hovers in an aura around my knees. It sprouts from the tips of my hair in a thousand myriad sparkles of star shine. I’m light. I feel it. I see it. I’m light. I sparkle.

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