Most mornings before the sun rises, but after enough of its distant light curves around the Earth to be equal in terms to a full moon, I like to go on runs for about two hours. My form is pretty sloppy, and a lot of the time I end up just walking around places in the town that I haven it been to in a while, but I enjoy myself enough those two hours for it to make up my routine. I've never owned sweatpants before. most of the year, even this early in the morning, you don't really need them. I imagine they really just become a nuisance, making you feel terribly heavy, sopping and sticky in sweat. Well, I can •t know that for sure. maybe I just enjoy the feeling of warm air blowing on my thighs. Regardless, when the winter months come around, I generally change my habits to something else instead. Drawing, listening to music, reading. I tried biking in layered clothing, but worse than the cloth freezing stiff, my glasses become so foggy that one of the primary joys I get in this activity is completely diminished. The somber and quiet mood are some of my favorite aspects about this time. While it's difficult to escape the constant humming of vehicles on the main highway just a mile up the hill, it isn't too much to put up with. I have a feeling if it wasn't there, I would feel as terrified as standing in pitch black with no light pollution. As much as I •m attracted to solitude, perfect solitude doesn't really suit me. Tracing along the cliffside, I reached a park where some students were using the track and field. Somehow though I have a feeling these teenagers don't have the same idea as I do with coming out here so early, do they? Maybe that's just the perception I get when an authority figure is present. It isn't like I can make out their running faces too well, and even if I could, I don't think I could make out that much meaning from any of them. Hare with morels? ... Saturday, 11:00 p.m. I was woken up by his incessant sleep talking again. I got out of bed and put my clothes on before getting him up so we could step outside. The brick and cobblestone streets were particularly loud despite the snow pouring down over it. Maybe they always were this loud, but the sensitivity from just having woken up exacerbated it. We walked a short distance down the road and past the subway entrance until reaching an expensive looking facade and entering inside. Nobody greeted us or asked for our identification. On the first floor was the bar and a dining area. The second floor largely echoed this. I wondered how they could get away with having to serve food to two floors of people. Two kitchens? We made it to the third floor which included an empty hallway running along the side of the building with a view out over the city on the left. A small railing on the right hid behind it a staircase that gave way to a fourth floor despite being in the third's hallway cum resting area. ... I fell from the cliff into darkness. All the light I ever knew shrank into a tiny white dot until it was too small to see anymore. I twisted my body through the air and faced downwards. Another dot appeared below me, began to grow and grow until eventually I landed into a field of flowers.