Monday started out misty and cold, the sun not high enough to evaporate the low-lying cloud rolling in off the ocean. I donned an extra layer for warmth and pulled my thermal headband down over my ears. Once out the front door, I ran along Boronia Street and on down beneath the towering cypress trees lining that side of the park.
My fingertips only began to feel warm once I’d reached the primary school, the sun managing to make some inroads with the cloud. I kept a steady pace for the next four-hundred metres as I approached the culvert up ahead. As I neared the entrance, after seeing no one the whole run, I noticed Bob entering the other end. We passed in the middle, his cheerless hello making a loud echo. I gave him a smile. I wasn’t going to stop but he said, ‘Wait.’
I came to a sudde
