Morning Run

The slap of my feet, hitting the ground,
Is the only noise I hear all around,
Until the expelling of my out going breath,
Accompanied by cloudlet of sound.
As the ground rushes up to my feet,
A refreshing gulp of the cold Winter air,
The warmth of my hat, covering ear and hair.
When exercising, in the Winter is here,
As the air warms, my breath will disappear.