March 22nd

The air is just sweet and bright enough to remind her of summer, but the wind brought the last cries of winter. As Brianna jogged down the concrete path, behind the suburban homes and their empty yards, she thought only of which direction to go. She encountered random pedestrians, faces of whom would be long forgotten, and barking dogs, the barks of whom she regarded with no alarm, but mostly she encountered the impact of her size ten jogging shoes on the path below. Jogging is simple for her, and she likes it that way.