Socks on

Socks on, grab my keys
Out into the morning air
Mist and cold
Fresh like fire
Jumping rope
Tap, tap thud
The punch bag jumps
Grunt and swing the kettle bell
All my life down to this
A moment’s calm amidst the storm

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