A story of a young kid going running at night and seeing how beautiful the world is.
|"I'm going out for a run!" Yelled Thomas as he slipped on his black running shoes.
"At this time of night? It's almost 9 o'clock!" Said his mother from the kitchen.
"Yeah. I have a cross country meet tomorrow and all my homework is done." Thomas explained, zipping up his Stanford jacket.
"Ok. But be home by 10:15!" Said his mom as he closed the door.
Thomas jumped off the porch of his house and started running out into the small forest that led to the Burninhill Park. His small head flashlight illuminated the dirt path in front of him.
Thomas looked up to the night sky.
"It's so beautiful." He thought. "The stars like little holes in the dark night and the moonlight glistening off the wet pine needles like a spotlight on a mirror."
The wind made a whistling sound as it blew through the trees. Thomas stopped to listen. The sound was beautiful like the ringing of a wine glass.
Owls hooted, leaves blew in the wind, it was peaceful. Just Thomas and nature.
No cars, phones, or people. It was perfect.
Then Thomas snapped back into focus and began running again with nature on his mind thinking about the story he was going to write. It was going to start like this,
"I'm going for a run!"