Running

It made him feel free. Alive. Alone, but more powerful than he had ever been.

The wind would lift him and envelop his being like invisible waves. The crisp breeze on his fur and his paws in the air, barely touching the ground below as they skimmed the grass. Just a lonely, dark figure streaking through the land with no care, no troubles.

He would surpass the wind, the flying leaves and the birds littered overhead. The horizon, ever close.

No destination, no goal, forever chasing, hanging on. That was him.

Forever running… to the last light of tomorrow.