As I wake from my slumber…peeking out my window I see a hazy fog. Street lights glow. Water hangs in the air. jumping into my clothes and lacing up my sneakers I am rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Stepping out into the street my breathing is heavy. The air is thick with moisture. I am the only one out side. Not a car in sight, just the sound of happy chirping birds. Trotting a long Grant blvd the water is collecting in my hair and settling on my eye brows. 2 miles in my clothes are damp. 3 miles in I am peeling off layers. By mile 4 I am wiping water from my face and sweat is dripping down my shins. 5 1/2 and I am home attempting to stretch. The water was hanging in the air!
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