Present

Sometimes, amid of all good and bad, the running clock and the rising and setting sun, the things falling in and out of place, the run , the fun, the chatter, the walk, building and crashing hopes, the fear of loosing and breaking, the smiling eyes, the dry hands, the pain, the comfort, the past and the future;  I long for a moment in present to breathe.

A long deep breath on my own, with myself, just for me.