I wrote the first freewrite to the jazz song “Chelsea Bridge”, and the second to the song “India”.
An evening stroll by the shore, slow and steady, across miles of chartered land. Sitting down in a sidewalk cafe, ordering coffee and a sandwich, savoring every bite as though it were the last. Moving over to the fireside, and huddling with a cup of hot chocolate.
The runner sprints in almost full swing, going to a place that will only be visible once it is discovered with multicolored socks, black shorts and a plain white t-shirt, he ran, chasing all of his opponents and flying past them until he was just a dot on the horizon. He could have been anyone in that moment, just one of the many dots fading and pulsing in the distance.