a palette of sensation flying by
rainbow colours piercing the mist
a flash of chrome and smell of rubber
racing down from the
resting place of Sylvia
a smile as broad as Norfolk
emanating from a face of
pure happiness and joy as
problems are forgotten
gone away on holiday
for now at least
the pleasure of youth
dreams of childhood of
playing peter pan
flying through grey mist
as owls, badgers and foxes
watch the girl in the
rainbow coat with droplets of
mist shimmering in hair
flowing to the stars
the smile of carefree youth
lighting up the path for
eyes to see the playfulness
of the memories of the past
gone in an instant
The Autistic FellRunner 