she wondered, she wondered whether the bitter mornings would allow an early run, or if instead they would nip, lick and bite at her fingertips while her breath exerted little warmth and the rising sun trailed the imprinted soles of her trainers. she wondered, she did, of how much sleep she could afford by calculating how she need spend the hours of tomorrow and the next. she did not wonder, not really, of a future, her future, their future - or even their past. she did not wonder, not really.