Only Time

We are two halves of a circle that began centuries ago.

The dark night cuts sharp the view from my treadmill when I run in the evening and instead of scurrying college students I see her gaze reflected back in the glass. Fierce. The arms move and look like chiseled granite but it's her intensity that I see, the strength that dares you to put a limitation onto it.

You are more of an inspiration than you'll ever know.