run

Every morning, I leave the Posada at 7 am to go for a walk. Every morning, Miguel catches me and asks: you going for a run?  The first fifteen times I said, no.
Then, I got with the program and said, yes. Clearly, I will run. I will run as a gorilla does. He says, no, a rabbit. I agree and walk into the cool morning.
Israel, the man who sells beef brain on the corner, calls his dishes kisses of beef. Nearly every time I pass him (sometimes more than five times a day), especially if he has customers, he loudly says, hello, Heather, many kisses for you. I say: yes and thank you.
This morning, feeling sluggish, I hardly accede that I will run. I am going to run as a snail or, I hesitate, a stone. No, Miguel insists, I am a puma. I try to tap my puma mind. I still would prefer to be a pampered, domestic feline lounging in the morning sunlight.
The Mexican tourist asks her five girlfriends, did you just hear what the white woman just said?  She’s laughing at me because in offering to photograph her and her friends (after watching them attempt an impossible selfie) with her iPhone, I promised not to run away with the phone.
As I backed up to include the church in the picture, she giggled nervously. I assured her that I cannot run–fast. They laughed as I snapped the shot.
Tomorrow, Miguel will assert, you’re going for a run. I will wholeheartedly agree. I will run as a turtle does, I will promise him. He will correct me and say, no, like a hummingbird. Of course, I will say, now I remember.
The cool morning, breezy afternoon, post-rain twilight all beckon me to run and run.
  • Langston Hughes’s poem “A Dream Deferred” is an excellent example of similes: https://readalittlepoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/12/a-dream-deferred-by-langston-hughes/ 

    A Dream Deferred
    Langston Hughes

    What happens to a dream deferred?

    Does it dry up
    like a raisin in the sun?
    Or fester like a sore–
    And then run?
    Does it stink like rotten meat?
    Or crust and sugar over–
    like a syrupy sweet?

    Maybe it just sags
    like a heavy load.

    Or does it explode?

    Check out the simile generator at: http://writingfix.com/right_brain/Serendipitous_Simile_Prose1.htm

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