It's getting light.
At dawn, even the most gloomy corner of the city gains something magical, impalpable. Tia knew about these tricks of the morning city. Tia had her own rituals: with the onset of spring warmth, she woke up earlier than usual, took on headphones, put on a sports uniform that was prepared in the evening and lay quietly on a chair, fed her cat and quietly slipped out of the apartment. The confident blow of fresh wind slightly frightened her, she even excitedly buttoned her windbreaker to the top, pressing her neck into the collar of her jacket. And suddenly she realized that the best time had come.
She is here and now, overcoming her fears and prejudices. Her legs in shabby sneakers stepped on a soft rubber surface - two years ago she saw such treadmills only in films, but now she was lucky enough to feel like a cheerleader herself. Definitely, this place was special: a treadmill skirted the lake, a real lake in the city, passed through a small park, where in summer it is so nice to hide from the scorching sun. Her little Central Park. In this park, she was engaged in PE in school times. In this park, she held in her arms her drunk boyfriend. In this park, she was fooling around with her best friend. In this park, she spoke on the most serious topics with her mother. How many secret memories and secrets sometimes contain a certain place!
So many thoughts, however, everything fades into the background, because now she is different.
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