as i strolled in the early spring light at lunch yesterday, returning from another commendable coffee to whatever the afternoon was to serve up i saw a sight that cheered me no end. he was more a sour scent than an image of a man dodging traffic. from that smell i span out a story: a smoker, a man pulled about by his job and his family, a man who ran for his own sake. whilst others chose a path by the river or some secluded gym, to proove that he was still alive he ran in the road.