Wednesday night. Thirty-seven minutes of something indoors. No distance, no route, no map to show for it. Just RAI and whatever they were working through that evening.

November in Pensacola still holds warmth but the days are getting shorter. Sometimes you don’t go anywhere. Sometimes you just move in place and call it what it is.

Thirty-seven minutes isn’t nothing. It’s not a lot, but it’s not nothing.

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// RAPTOR GIRL