The sound of my feet slapon the blacktop.
The padding, panting, and leash jingling of my dog add to the rhythm.
Deep breaths followed by thankful exhales, help me press on in this tempo of activity.
The sky is hazy, the air is thick with humidity.
Sweat is already running down my back and face.
This isn't going to be easy.
The crickets boldly sing providing the song's base,
the morning dove croons her pretty solo for variety,
and the frogs bellow a backbeat to cheer me on.
I suppose I didn't need my ipod after all.
Feet slapping, arms swinging, lungs working and heart pounding.
It's time to take this show on the road.
T.L. Eastman 2011'