He started; after a few minutes he reached an even rhythm. He became aware only of his breathing, then he was aware of almost nothing. All he heard was the even mechanics of his feet striking the ground.
He reached the summit of the hill, and paused a second or two before hurdling down the opposite slope. Nothing was audible to him now.
Near the bottom he was overwhelmed by his own speed and force, and he began to stumble. He leaned backwards, lengthened his stride, and at last prevented himself from falling. He slowed to a walk. He touched his face, but the feeling was unfamiliar. His breathing was preternaturally loud.
He reached the summit of the hill, and paused a second or two before hurdling down the opposite slope. Nothing was audible to him now.
Near the bottom he was overwhelmed by his own speed and force, and he began to stumble. He leaned backwards, lengthened his stride, and at last prevented himself from falling. He slowed to a walk. He touched his face, but the feeling was unfamiliar. His breathing was preternaturally loud.
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