I am, quite the evening runner

A run so surreal, cruising underneath the crimson and aqua skies. The winds painted the evening landscape, shearing clouds to wonderful patterns and formations. The sun is suppressed, hints of its glorious radiance seeping through the horizon, gently leaving imprints on a fading evening sky. On the other side, the pristine moon flanks me, emanating sheer delight that reflects off the waters of the canal. And I run, as man, under the many elements of which we have no control over, but that of which arises from sheer chance, from the fundamental laws of nature.

I am, quite the evening runner.

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