Green Fire

Those days I had spent a lot of time with the other boys in the changing room of the club, and it was a nostalgic feeling to see this place again, not having been here for maybe ten years. All was still the same - the same coat racks, the same colors and the same old showers, hardened with lime - only a few tags had been added to the walls. I sat daydreaming for a while, then put on my lycra top and set out for the run.