Ian Paterson, "Downhill Run," 2008
A slight downhill, not enough to force a change of gait, just enough to ease the effort, as if invisible hands were pressed against the curve of my spine, pushing me forward. Days are longer now, pass faster: a cast shadow from a jet too far away to be clearly seen. The silvery shine, a pinpoint flare of light— it’s so hard to catch my breath.
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