Running along the trails of Toro Park, I remember a ton. As I run, my body works, my mind begins to work as well. Thoughts are processed. Dreams are contemplated. And I remember stuff. Stuff I was supposed to remember to do. Conversations I was supposed to have. Errands I was supposed to run. There, on the trail, without any ability to do a darn thing about them, I remember stuff. (4 Minutes / 700 Words)