I went out running and found treasures nestled in the grass,
beautiful feathers that fell from our sky-friends.

On the way home, I encountered a bicyclist at a roundabout. I let him by, then met him again two sides later. “Beat you!” He said, his wrinkled face breaking into a mischievous grin.

“You did! You win!” I said, laughing.

He went on his way, and I went mine.

An excellent way to end 5 miles.