From running in the night, I slowed to a walk, crossing the airport, to the boat landing, to the river, having conversations with friends I left on the other side of the world. Then moving through thoughts of my family, and friends I have here. I put my arm out, as if around someone walking next to me. Going through each of them in my mind, I asked if they’d tell me a story, a poem, a song about the love they have known, and about the greatest happiness of their entire life. Looking into the silk blackness, cool wet wind in my eyes, I felt as if I was inside each of them—that our hearts were the same. Looking into the river and up at smoke colored cloud, my brain was their brain. Running again, they generated my strength. My legs sprinted effortlessly across the airport runway, my legs sprinted everlastingly.