the running dude

the most quiet place in the universe, your hometown, 5:30 am , sunday morning.  drunks are in their niches still sleeping it off, frat brothers and sorroity sisters in the dark dreaming of last night's big game, church go-ers still not shuffling about in their kitchen.  no frying bacon or sausage aroma permeating the chilly morning air yet.  the occasional possum , racoon or deer looking at me like I've invaded their domain.  just running down the road, complete silence.  no input from any external source.  just dealing with the internal conversation that won't shut off.  if I can listen to it and answer it correctly i can make it another mile.  i know what it must feel like to drift through the galaxy on an eternal space walk.