A runner stands apart. You don’t need to look twice. The lean muscles, the poised stance, the effortless readiness—it’s all there, waiting for the next burst of speed.
And when the open space calls, they don’t just run. They glide.
Watching a greyhound take off is pure joy. The stretch, the arc, the rhythm—it’s movement at its most natural, most beautiful.
And when the sun begins to set, framing the runner in gold, it’s more than just a sight. It’s a moment.
The waterfront arrived unannounced.
We walked through pathways and roads that were remarkably well maintained given that there was practically no one there. We descended a flight of stairs and the sea was upon us.
Holding a lingering crimson of a setting Sun for just a minute longer. Like lovers hugging and saying goodbye in a train station.
A lady and her brisk dog walked by. Each anticipating the others move. With space, joy and untethered happiness.
It was a moment that the Sun would have rued missing.
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