Lollipop in the Sky

I couldn’t see him with the glare of the halogen lights.

Go, he yelled each time he started the intervals, my finger on the stopwatch button. I could barely see an outline as he raced down. I could hear him, the cadence of his legs, the thumps of his feet, the rustle of the windbreaker.

The light lazily changed colours behind him through the repeats.

Later when I finished my run, the sun was low in the horizon, an orange ball of light, lollipop like, spreading hope and warmth for the day ahead.