Those nice warm breezes that cool me off from all the sweat that had accumulated on my forehead, giving my body relief from all the heat it’s been feeling. I take a deep breath in, feeling new again, refreshed. Not that I mind, I enjoy being under the sun. I get enough wind every time I run, feeling my feet pound on the ground, my hair rising up and exposing my neck. Running feels like flying, after a while where I don’t even feel my feet anymore, like my legs are no longer a part of my body, it’s as if I am floating. My chest begins to feel tight, the air has been removed from my lungs and suddenly I feel my legs as my own again, aching a bit. My body has demanded a break. Water from the public fountain tastes like the best thing on Earth, so fresh, clean, and pure. Not being able to get enough of it. I take a seat and hyperventilate until my lungs inflate again with air. Time is up though, as one of my friends is approaching quickly but not fast enough as I dash away as far as I can. My feet are taking flight again but this time they become entangled and my knees and palms take the brunt of the fall. I skid across the cement. Without another thought I jump up from the ground and swerve around the corner. After a few more minutes of my other friends getting caught, everyone is breathing heavily, gasping for air, and rushing each other at the fountain. I approach victorious when suddenly there is a sizzling sensation in my hands. Bright red scratches on my palms, shreds of skin coming out, dirt surrounding it. Both of my knees looking identical. The once relaxing and rejuvenating wind had become a warning for upcoming pain. My hands close up, my knees pull inward but my head faces the clouds. Feels very bittersweet to feel such pain and pleasure simultaneously. My friends ask me if I’m ready to play again, I smile.

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