The clock showed 15 minutes on the 2.5k, on the same, familiar track, but with a surge of energy that would not happen again until the next cycle. There was a gasp, and a gust, and all at once my lungs burst wide open, exploding silently. Suddenly, there was a big brass horn blowing packs of air in my chest, inward, busting the arteries; I had flaps all over my body and they all opened outward, the wind rushing through them, out of them, howling and bellowing. There was a whistling of unruly breezes brushing through the trees, and all around, I was being tossed like a leaf, infinitely rising, fluttering, disappearing.
Breathe in — disintegrate….Breathe in — exhilarate.
And then I was free.
(Running a day before the Habagat or southwest monsoon, this was the sound of the southwest wind on the track)
