fall's first sunrise

"a head that aches doesn't have to stay that way, just let what's dead go."
- "everyone feels like you," owen



first day of fall. i am shedding these dead things, shaking them off, letting them fall away.

good, hard run in the breezy morning, fall's first sunrise glowing red up high over the trees of greenpoint behind me. my shadow extends in front of me and i'm chasing ghosts again, except this time i am chasing them off.