To Track

We went to track today, the three of us, the young boy, my sister Roshini and I.

It was intervals day and it was a long time coming. Monu and a couple of unfamiliar folks joined in. The young boy did parts of it at blistering speed.

From the corner of my eye, during one such repetition, I could see the sky turn a pink blush, and the young boy racing ahead of me, curving around the bend towards the back straight.

These are moments of track that are fleeting, split second and add that extra something to the morning.

When I finished, all of us, walking to the car, I was filled with that joyous feeling. The track gives so much.