The gods were kind of sick of Alyosha. Or maybe god isn’t all forgiving. He was not a god fearing man and in retrospect there in lies the trouble. On many Sundays he would go for a long run on a trail as far away from people as he could. That was the goal as he spent most of his time around people. On days like today he simply wanted to get away from it all. He was, for the most part, a people person. For healthy people, that sentence is rather odd, there is a need to get away from people. And that is exactly what Alyosha did not do on this particular morning. Earlier that day, he had to tend to a leak in the kitchen due to pipes that were clogged from years of neglect. He doesn’t know how he let time get away from him.
Then he remembered the promise he made to himself last night. He no longer wanted to be a slave to time. He could live his life by the position of the sun and the angle of the moon or an equation that’s close to this.
it took him an inordinate amount of time to get to the trailhead, but that’s a relative concept. It was a rainy, cloudy, dreary, beautiful day.
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
The Side Effects of Endorphins 
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