race against time

it's black minus the silver shimmer of trees in the moonlight. my feet crunch on yellow leaves, nostrils twitch with chill and my arms swing back and forth. a striped cat meows, darts, windows lend yellow warmth but my eyes stay focused on the tar splattered with trees' remains. i cannot stop, cannot think, cannot dwell on the issues that slam my heart into my flannel jacket, i just run. hoping to be so fast i can break through this thing called Time into Heaven's domain, fall flat on my face, catch my breath, then beg for You to return.