The running season

It has been a long winter. Running every week, on the treadmill, going nowhere. Early spring came and I started doing my runs outside, in the woods, at the lake. I used to meet this guy at my round. The first weeks we were covered up in our running gear, music directly into our ears, hardly noticing each other. Slowly spring sprung, the sun started reflecting in the green growing leaves. Clothes came off, piece by piece. We gradually thawed, one nodd, then a smile. One warm and sweaty summer day I came by the lake, noticing the clothes and the jogging shoes on the big stone. Him emerging from the water, his arm inviting me in. So I untied my running shoes, unzipped my sportsbra, my naked body escaped it's cocoon, and walked into the cooling lake.

Feeling fresh from the water, we layed down on the warm grass, the green branches gave us a protective cover from the trail. And we started to explore, welcoming the summer, nature and each other's bodies.