Morning Runs, by Kira Compton

Moving to the city had been the right choice. Things were different, though. Running in the city was different, especially for a girl who had been raised in the woods.

She misses those runs, sometimes—the swell of trees, the rush of wind, the smell of dirt in the morning. She misses it.

Still, moving to the city had been the right choice. It had. The runs are just different, not worse. Grey concrete. Rushed crowds. The smell of nothing much.

Moving to the city had been the right choice, she tells herself, and slowly stops running in the mornings.