I open the front door and am almost blinded by the mourning light. I bend down too make sure my sneakers are laced up good and tight. A low mist hangs in the air through its thin milky texture the trees seem a hazy green. A deep breath of cool air awakens the last of my sleeping senses. not with a harsh shock but with a manner as peacful as it is serene I feel so alive this mourning starting off with a slow jog tiny cool dew droplets shower my body as i pass through the watery fog light aches respond in groggy complaints from all over my body but are soon quieted as if they sensed they will be ignored. I stop after about five minutes too stretch Feeling my body loosen up and shaking off the tenseness like a boy would shed his winter coat. Running in the mourning is the most peace i've been able to find in this life. For a few moments, its just you on an empty road. Then the sun peeks over the hill and the trees come alive with the chitter-chatter of birds and small animals. Light pours through the leaves spilling new colors onto, now the more visible, scenery. The sky is light blue and purple at the edge of the horizon. By the time you've noticed the mist is gone it's been replaced by the warmth of the suns rays. Amidst this scenery, i keep the steady rythm of my body going. Foot over foot. Breathe in Breathe out steady tick-tock time. with the pulse of blood coursing through my viens my senses heighten. Making everything seem unreal. And so i let spring charm me with her natures hidden beauty when we meet on the road for a season or two to hold hands on my mourning run. -phil
Reason for writing:
I love to run in the spring and summer. I am fascinated by nature.
Birth sign: Leo
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