Storming. Drenched before I even start my run. Warm, kept cool by clinging clothes and my wetness. Pouring rain, pumping muscles. Trying to dodge drowning earthworms and that dead cat from days ago. Sweat and sky-water; soaked and satisfied. Touched by the enormity and purity of the event.
This is excellent.
Another stilted conversation with Olivia. Still has yet to ask me how the medication is going.
This is friendship?
