He buys himself some new running shorts - lime green and sunburst yellow - and with them equipped, takes himself on the long route up into the hills, through the forests, and back down to the harbour.
He slows to a walk as he reaches the seafront and takes in breaths of the salty air and feels the warmth of the morning sun on his skin. Birds tweet in the trees by the roadside and the sun glints off the windows set into the old colonial buildings. There is the distant hum of traffic and the closer chatter of sailors by the docks.
He sits on a bench and drinks from his water bottle, watching the fishing boats move slowly across the horizon.
Nothing is going to happen today, he thinks.
He leans back and watches the clouds leisurely drift across the sky.
Good.
Paddy Dobson
27th July 2022