I step out onto the path to start my run,
The crisp wind lifts the leaves and whips them into a funnel,
carrying the unique scent of freshness that the fall air holds.
Something about this scene or the air,
and for an instant I am transported to another time.
I am my 15 year old self standing on a street in Syosset
wearing my corduroy jean jacket, my hair blowing back from my face.
I inhale deeply and begin to run.
Briefly glancing over my shoulder I see that shimmery girl,
and I am deeply relieved to see
that she is proud of who we have become.