Run dub
The glories of the morning in summer. All of them, one after another. First, the creeping, ever surprising upright glory that checks the senses. Next comes the left-foot glory, to face the day ahead. Then the glory of coffee at 6, bumping into things around the flat, lazying about, enjoying a slow-motion mode.
An hour later comes the joy of empty streets on the way to park.
The ground feels dump and clean after a night rain, the feet instantly adjust to its hard and springy surface, the step becomes confident and rhythmic, gets faster and lighter as the agile legs unmistakably carry the rest of the body down the path. Farther and farther into the woods; deeper into the magnetic green.
Thoughts randomly take into soft round shapes that grow, inflate, and shrink again. The eyes, though half-closed, freely pick colours from the landscape paintbox. Images start floating around the head, in and out, in and out … Time stretches and collapses like an elastic band, enters a warp. Music is being born. The feet provide a precise beat that triggers the bass, as low as it can go. Some strings of words appear, get distorted in the green echo chamber and ripple into an infinity. This is a run dub.