There is little denying it. There is no beating this feeling. As your lungs explode against the cold air, your head tilts up toward the gold-laced clouds, and this is what you see. And in one tiny moment, alone in a city full of people, you find the beauty in solitude.
And you never want to leave the moment, one of steady pounding feet and unsteady, determined breath.
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