Wednesday, December 28, 2011

A Winter Run

A quiet afternoon
Time to run
The trails are perfect
Just covered in snow
It’s quiet
The only sound
The crunching snow beneath my stride
I love this sound, the crunching
It’s meditative
It’s beautiful
These runs in the forest, I love
They are my time
To think
To reconnect
To ground myself
To breath
To be

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