Friends in High Places
It was the beginning of a watercolour sunrise. Shoulders straight and head up, I started my run. I had learnt through experience to always keep my gaze up. Somewhere near the fluorescent green tree tops, is the most neglected part of our vision path, and it is often the most beautiful.
Every time I completed one round around the track, I was rewarded by the sun, a little bit higher this time, like a late-bloomer bashful about one’s newly discovered charms. By the time I finished my exercise, it was confident and flamboyant, a metamorphosis from its former self.
Who would even believe that it was the same sun, who minutes back was reticent, unsure of its brightness, unwilling to display its potential to light up the world.
I smiled and continued to run. I felt like I had company.