reposting this from LJ circa 2007
“…I was walking quickly af first, then jogging, then I broke into a full-fledged run, but Sean, who has a helmet on, started driving faster, skidding at first on the wet snowly lane, then regaining speed. I dont know why I was running after that motorcyle but I was. I was running fast too, skipping over piles of snow, moving faster than I can ever remember moving. And it wasn’t because of Sean. It was too late for that. There had already been a Richard and a Gerald and too many carnal thoughts about others. But I was running and I was runnning because it felt like the ”right” thing to do. It was a chance to show some emotion. I wasn’t acting on passion. I was simply acting. Because it seemed the only thing to do. It seemed like something I had been told to do. By who, or by what, was vague. The bike sped up and dissappeared around a curve and I never caught up with it.”
