In this piece first published two summers ago, Sam Lawry wonders why her jogging app keeps choosing love songs, especially about new love.
I’m running faster, my endorphins matching the joy of this song, the pleasure of discovering someone (or something) new, of that point in a new beginning when it feels like everything and anything is possible and the world is a benign, joyous place.
Birds singing a song
Old paint is peeling
This is that fresh
That fresh feeling…