I'll be waiting

Heavy footsteps rang around the park. It was a cold, early morning. The mist has yet to disperse. The birds have yet to sing. The sun has yet to settle itself in the sky.

He jogged up the winding path, and down the slope. Drops of sweat dripped down his forehead, to his cheek and finally to the ground.

"Huh... Hah.... Huh... Hah..." went his breathing rhythm. The air around him slowly turns warm. The birds are now awake, together with a tiny breeze. The water in the lake, now slowly splashed the banks. Ripples on the surface signified life is now awake.

It was beautiful.

Suddenly, he stopped in his steps.

A straight narrow path to complete his jogging routine was now before him. He hesitated... Not because the path was dark... But because the path is reminiscent of... his life.

The sun had slowly risen and settled itself in the sky. A few other fellow morning walkers and joggers passed  him by. He gripped his towel tightly.

He closed his eyes and took in a long, deep breath. He turned around, away from the path. He looked up to the sky.

"I'll be waiting," he promised but unsure if the breeze would pass on his promise to her.

-End-