Jack was running at a park with a man-made lake. The ducks didn't seem to care.
He jogged while listening to an ipod playing something
orchestral featured in a movie about people with hairy feet who try to destroy
a piece of jewelry with lava.
It was the very beginning of autumn, the part that always surprised
him. Cool air meant new beginnings. For him, summer didn’t connote new
life, it meant getting to swim more and hike less. Rather, fall was the new chapter, the chance to start
over. Maybe he associated it with the beginning of a school year. Maybe he just liked how it
felt.
Cool air woke him up.
Like rain, cool air could pull him from any personal drama. If he’d worried for an hour if his burning knees meant something malignant, it was rain or cool air that tugged
and said, “Nah man, look at this.
Right. Now.”
So he looked.
And he saw this:
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