It was like a pretty post card

But live

I was in motion, running hard

Turning the corner at mile 2.2

The vast Atlantic finally in my view

Three miles of boardwalk ahead

The warm sun rising

Surfers in the waves in October

Visitors on the benches

Surprising for the A.M.

I looked over, delighting
I wasn’t sure when I began

But there You were

Smiling

On the horizon

No matter how far I ran