Running ...

Driving away from the gym, listening to some melancholy Chet Baker, I thought about the sensations I felt whilst running - 

Shameful or wicked thoughts left my mind - they blew away in coils of oily smoke - I gazed through the floor to ceiling window at the pale flawless sky - I could see the dark shapes of the Purbeck Hills - I remembered the wind sculpted trees on the chalk ridge, the bright grass - 

When Spring came, I thought, I would run along the ridgeway west of Abbotsbury, past the hill forts and tumuli - 

Running, I felt cleansed, as though I were swimming in sparkling water, pouring forth from a primeval spring - 

11.00

19 January 2014

Purbeck Sports Centre