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Darkness surrounds, but the jingling sound of the leash calls us to greet the street with our feet.
Your feet are bare and mine are tied up snugly in my sneakers.
You don't wear a coat, except the one you were born with -
but I wear layers of clothing. Tank top, long-sleeved running shirt, over-sized hoodie, track pants, skull cap and hobo gloves.
It seems too cold today, even for October.
Step by step my body warms up, you happily prance by my side. You are sniffing here and there as your tail wags almost in tempo with our moving feet and the song on my Ipod.
Our breath hangs in the air as the darkness begins to lift. I take the top layer hoodie off as you rest for a moment. Tying to hoodie around my waist, we head up the big hill and you graciously stay with me, even though my pace slows a little. You are asking me lead. You need me to be the leader.
As we reach the top of the hill, I look back and see the sky erupting in colors of cotton candy blue and pink. The sun wakes the rest of the town up and we get to see it happen.
We run up another hill, down a street and lean into the home stretch that just happens to be downhill. I let the leash go a little long and we run with all our might to the end of the street and stop, breathing hard and sweat running down my nose and face. We arrive to the place we call home. You call it home.
We are home from our run and are standing in the glory of the sunrise of a cold Friday in October. Looking at all the colors above us, I think maybe the sun is happy we found our way home to.
Everyone needs a place to call home.
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