Day 747--I listened to music

I remember running by the Webster Library and thinking about the hundreds of hours that I spent there and missing the safety, the excitement, and the stillness. 

I ran by some fellow runners on Lockwood, but they didn't say hi. I just nodded to them as I ran past, speeding up a little to move past them, like they were standing still. 

The faster I go the more time slows down, and I can feel every second: I know each one counts.