The soft gentle wind blow from the sea,
moving in a constant pace toward the only direction.
Breathing the fresh early morning breezes,
A person jogging from behind was moving across and further away,
some have slow down and some were pounding heavily in walking.
Distance sign posts on the sideway, a few more kilometres to go.
Crowds gathering from around,
the last 500 meters seems so far.
Pacing in your own pace until the amplifier was announcing something,
the finish line was just right in front of your very eyes,
at last, reaching your destination.