It's unseasonably warm today. It's January 30th, and it's 50 degrees.
I want to jog. I want to run. I want to let it all go, and get lost in the burning in my legs and the bursting in my lungs. I want to fly.
But then I remember I have no running shoes. They were lost to the flames.
I have no house. I have people giving me clothing to wear. I can't justify buying new running shoes, nor will I let anyone buy them for me. Swallowing my pride to accept the other donations of basic needs is hard enough. *I* will buy my own shoes... But when?
How do I justify spending that money on them? How is it right that I splurge on them? How does that work? How is that right?
But I want to run and forget it all.
Especially on warm, breezy days like today.
I want to run.