Deep breath

And M O V E

I’ve been hunched over

back curved over the blue glow of a screen for hours

But now

Standing straight

I’ve traded clicking keys

for gentle pads

Muscles aching as they are

stretched – tested with each step

Protected under a blanket of

grey and black

I follow the rhythm of the

pounding in my chest

Steady. Reminding me I’m alive

calming me

curving around familiar stretches

watching the world settle in

quiet down

through blurred lenses

a gentle whish – a cool breeze

pushing, pulling – urging me

petrichor fills my lungs

while a million, tiny drops of water

dance on my face.



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