The first time she gets to the ball first but the second time, he does, snatching it off the ground while in full run, long, gray legs working in smooth rhythm. It's good to just run. To simply enjoy the feel of muscles working and air rushing past and no worries in all the world. He keeps Ami in his orbit, running next to her, dashing ahead with his head down to pound out a hard rhythm before arching back around to join her again, falling behind to bound upward near her shoulder before falling back to do it again. The meadow goes on forever and there's nothing to stop them or break their plunge forward. There's only them and this forever spring afternoon.