I have my own private running track.
I have my own private track where I run in place.
I only run in my dreams, because my disability bars me from running.
In my dreams, I can run and run.
Awake, I walk and walk and walk.
I’m grateful for every movement, in daylight and in nightdreams, because I am alive.
I feel more fully alive in motion, always have, no matter my abilities.
I have my own private running track, an oval of dirt less than a block from our apartment, at the local public school.
The track is always open. Sometimes, boys play football there. Usually, I just meet neighbors with their dogs, tracing the oval, ’round and ’round, until owner or pet tires of the monotony and they go off to play.
I am enjoying “my” track in all seasons, marveling at the green apples in the trees, surrounded by big, Douglas firs.
I am blessed here by warm sun and blue sky, nearing December.
Everywhere I look, it’s green.