abby.egner

The sun sets
over the hills.

The grass blows 
in the gentle wind.

The birds twitter
an evening song.

The moon rises
over the vast field.

Our picnic blanket:
the only thing out of place.

Rewind the Clock
Abby Egner
I did it, I made it big.
All I ever did was hope to be known. 
But now?
Now all I want is a normal life.
A life where I can go
grocery shopping,
out to eat,
for a walk with the kids,

Whether it be in the field house or on an outdoor one,

the track will forever be a second home.

The air is filled with excitement, nervous energy and adrenaline. 

I’m running addicted, Hamilton loving, “The Office” quoting, a future surgeon, and Stanford bound (hopefully).
 

A perfect day for some,
would be spending it with the one they love,
but for me,
a perfect day is all in the sky.

The sun would rise, 
creating a canvas of pastel pinks and purples,
and as the day went on,