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The feeling of change is in the air, bittersweet with a wind that blows through my hair. The smell is savory and takes me back, to that summertime feeling, that somehow I have lacked. The day gets dark and sadness creeps in, another storm has come from without and within. Walking down Main, Christmas shines so bright. The bridge to Arkansas changes from blue and white lights. The mist has surrounded one so fast and the the drops of rain begin a blast. Running through the night so swift, without fear, wishing this moment could last. Or endure. The days ahead are so close and still but this night of running in the rain, I will always feel.
