Went out for a fantastic 12 mile run on a picturesque trail with my new friend. It was our best run yet. The steady rush of endorphins had us engaged in non-stop conversation while I playfully kept pushing her to pick-up the pace. I was thankful that the wounds were mercifully dormant for the duration of the run. It felt so good that I didn't want it to end.

It's evening now. The blue sky has turned grey-black, and the wounds are returning again. I'm very aware that melancholy and urge are rapidly creeping up on me. It always feels like an unfamiliar place...but I know that I've been here before...many times...