His run took him out through the long arms of the countryside. He crossed over a small bridge and heard the splash of something leaping into the water. He wanted to stop and find out what had made the sound, but it didn’t quite feel right so he kept going. But the feeling came back to him, again and again, as he ran. He throbbed with the need to stop and linger, the urge to wait, to stretch out the moments and mysteries that were given to him, in case they were suddenly taken away from him.
