Oh, I've trodden your pavers so many times over the years! I've worn my asics down to the sole, leaving my rubber scuffed across your path, and I've taken your sand home in my grooves (so to speak). I've inhaled your salty, fish and chip, sunscreen whiff, as my lungs expand over 2km then 5km then 10km then 14km (and once 22km).
I've battled your wild-wind days, those that shift seagulls sideways and whip my hair into Medusa's coiffe. I squint the sand from my eyes, hurdle tossed palm fronds and breathe hard until the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
On blue-sky days you take my hand and you pull me along. In winter's thick, you place both icy hands on the small of my back and you push me till my thighs are numb.
You are both the cause of my pain and the ease of it. Familiarity with you has not weakened your power or hidden your beauty. You are the way, the truth and my chosen path.
Thank you.
jojobee
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