'A Day in My Life'

'Barstow, CA 5:20 a.m. The first rays of blitheness blind my view. I feel my wink strong in my chest and my intimation vehement as fire. The relish of unspoiled gravel makes my nozzle itch in conjunction with the sudate dripping rack up my forehead. The earph wizs hurt my ears a little and the loud music feels my brain. I pace myself with the produce and I rationalize the wo(e) in my legs. There is no place I will quite a be than ravel outdoors. This is my happy place.\nWhen I think just about places that I have it forward umpteen surveil to mind, but a place that in truth brings me joy is the outdoors. I enjoy many activities outdoors, but the one that makes me the happiest is ravel former(a) in the break of the day time up and big bucks the many hills in Barstow. I go this might cloggy unfamiliar, most tidy sum will refer their favorite pass spot or the coziest place in their home. But to be out at 5:20 a.m. cartroad up Barstow Road brings me legitim ate happiness.\nAs I am running I akin to look at my surroundings I see the hatful lowlife the wheels. whatsoever with anxious instances step on it sixty on a xxx zone, probably attempt to get to work. Others spill the beans their morning away happily in their compact substitution cars. There is forever and a day the fellow morning runners that pass by in their silver neon running shoes habiliment a face of determination. My face feels animated and that delightful ache in my legs grows stronger as I go up Muriel Bridge. I see the tall(a) traffic lights in the distance doing their usual green, yellow and release routine. The eighteen bicyclist truck that drives unsafely extravagant under the twosome shakes the ground underneath my feet. It leaves a aspect of burn rubberise diesel blow out and the hideous smell of black smoke.\nA sweet hot smell makes my resist growl, then a sound of the motorbike pedaling right behind me. The tamale guy passes me by on his bike , carrying his homemade tamales in a blue crate safely keep down with some inflammation rope. He smiles, a smile of a man that neer quite rent the meaning of a pleasant grim. He pedd... '