His was a dense cloud of cologne that fit him like an aura. I disturbed it running past and it swirled after me and lingered under my nose for a block. My "good morning" was not returned. I don't expect it to be. It is always nice but I don't expect it.
The sky was very blue and the sun was bright on the trees and when one stepped out of the shade one felt it. It feels good to get to the top of the hill.
That's all I know about these runs. That's all there is to know. When I get back to my door step it all comes back with a sinking feeling and a dull roar that gets continually louder that drifts up from the street.
