Correr

Listening to music and daydreaming while running has never been so fulfilling.  For the 30 minutes to an hour that you're killing yourself out in the unforgiving road, you are also magically transported to another world, one of your creation, lost in the swirl of your music and your thoughts.

As you take off, the magic begins. For the first moment, you're the star striker of Liverpool with ninety thousand fans shouting you on with fervor, singing that you'll never walk alone.
Suddenly, the tone shifts.  You are now a king fallen from grace, speaking about how seas would use to rise when you gave the word but now you sweep the streets you used to own.
As you slowly rise from your laments, darkness suddenly falls.  You are atop a tall tower, clad in a jet black robe and a red cape swaying slowly with the nighttime breeze.  The princess has the whole town seeking your name, vowing no sleep until it is obtained in her quest to avoid what she perceives to be a lifetime of servitude to you, he who would be her husband by morn.  You slowly smile with a confidence unmatched as you command the night to vanish and the stars to retreat, knowing that by dawn your kiss will dissolve the silence that makes her yours.

The trance continues until the end of your journey.  You awaken to reality ever so exhausted and gasping for air, yet bearing that twinkle in your eye as the last glimmer of your Terabithia slowly fades away, always ready to return for as long as that imaginative fire still burns bright within you.

I never wanted an iPod, but ever since I purchased one I have never regretted a single moment with it.

*NB: The beautiful photo above is not mine. Apologies, random Flickr user. I promise you I am not making money out of this photo.