The Long Route
The stunning brunette jogs by right on time, her long ponytail swishing with each step. As she passes me, I catch a whiff of something floral. Roses maybe? Lavender? Whatever it is it reminds me of summer, and the flowers that grew just outside my bedroom window.
Having it open was a compromise I made with my mother, who insisted I get fresh air if I wasn’t going to play outside with my brother. As a kid I didn’t really care what was growing out there, but I liked the smells that came in with the breeze, faint, just the way they are when my runner dashes by and the scent floats past.
Of course, it’s not only this girl’s scent that has me intrigued. It’s the lean legs poking out from her tiny running shorts. They’re the perfect mix of grace and power, and as a fellow runn
