The night air shocked her lungs and stung her face as she stepped out of the doorway and into the darkness. It was colder than she had suspected. She slipped on her small gloves and skipped down the steps, already focused on her breathing. She speedwalked down the street and began to lightly jog away from the yellow light being cast down the front yard. It was a beautiful time of day. The sun had just about set, still casting a light glow from her right while on her left the blue moon hung in the air, silent, waiting it's turn. Though she could sense it's ominous power over the sun, it didn't exert it, but waited, like the pale monster waiting in the dark, patient and ever watchful for the receding light.
She jogged in silence, staring at the snow covered road laid out before her. Her thoughts mingled around the crowded party constantly raging in her head. She passed through thoughts of her boyfriend, seeing her friends (if she had time after work), and the possibility of going to the local springs for a soak.
Something started eating away the picture of her everyday concerns. The average thoughts were evaporating like a small hair lit on fire. She felt a deep rush building inside her, like a waterfall thundering through her veins. An abnormal adrenaline was speeding towards her and she felt she could not stop it. Her light pace quickened, her feet tried to get out of reach of this screaming wave of tensity. She was soon running, now sprinting, then bolting across the frozen Colorado road of this small community. She had lost control; she had given in to the need to simply keep going faster. The wind hummed by her ears and her legs kept pumping. The adrenaline was shooting through her, be she felt she could never match it's frenzied speed. Her mind felt runny and wet; a placid stream that had suddenly turned into a flash flood. Her arms grabbed at the space in front of her, he head thrown back, she ran blindly. And it felt amazing. God, how she need to do this. Her head felt light and giddy and the cold of the night air burned her throat.
She lost track of time, but soon enough she felt her legs weighing her down. Her head pounded and she hacked and coughed. Stumbling to the side of the road, panting and wheezing, she fell into the soft snow and rested her sweating forehead on her knees. She had no idea what had overcome her just then. She knew she shouldn't sprint like that. It had been too long ago that she had been in shape to run like that. And yet, she felt satisified now. That running was a way to let go of a small piece of something. She didn't know what. Maybe yet another piece of the old miserable life she had had back in Longmont was dying (it seemed she never fully got rid of it, it just rotted off piece by piece). Maybe frustration at her fading friendship. The agony of missing her boyfriend all the time, perhaps. But, as she thought about it, it seemed that it was all of those things, and none of them. She had needed to escape everything that was wrong and right in her life. It didn't matter what it was, just having that beautiful feeling of running away was a good enough reason. After all, when was the last time she just abandoned all reason, all obligations, all responsibilities?
Feeling recovered now, although still cold, but not coughing any longer, she stood up and dusted the snow off of her butt and began walking home. When she was breathing steadily again, she picked up her pace to a light jog. She was heading past the town's community center, passing under the street lamp when she paused. That evaporating feeling in her mind was creeping up on her again. She looked to the west and saw the sun had resigned, handing over the sky to the moon for the night. And the moon dutifully hung over her, calmly keeping watch on them all; on her.
The adrenaline was rushing through her again, and she feared this time the flash flood in her blood would take over and cover the world; as of that in the Bible story on Noah. Take two of every animal…she thought. And gathering herself together in one deep breath, she turned her back to the west, leaving the sun to stay down and continued jogging. But shortly after she broke from the jog, and screamed her way down the road, skimming her driveway and taking the steps by three at a time. It wasn't until she burst into the living room, huffing and dizzy, that she began to think rationally again.