It's the feeling that I miss the most

The morning air was so fresh,
and I was perfectly ready to go for it.

I found that it was the speed that I miss the most.
It felt really good to run freely again.

"Running back through the fire,
when there's nothing left to say,
it's like chasing the very last train,
when it's too late,
too late."

Broken Strings - James Morrison & Nelly Furtado

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