The moonlight reminds you that the eve of today is near, perhaps behind you. Always a new day to live for. Better not to inspect too closely what lies before you, just in case there's something unsavory in the future. That leaves you in the present, just fine, perfectly. Your eyes are focused directly ahead, epitome of perfect running form, lightly clenched fists entering alternate corners of your vision.
Trees surround, and the path disappears into the haze.
The desert air embraces you, and you take in deep breaths, savoring the life of the world around. The trunks and branches tunnel around you, but the top is open just enough to let civilization waft to you in tiny, isolated morsels. The city lights, in the distance, reflect against the sky, and you faintly make out the swish of tires against pavement over the pit-pat of your feet meeting with the ground. Suddenly, before you is the end of the tunnel, your pace quickens in anticipation. Your fingertips unravel, cutting through the air as you break into a full sprint.