What is better than a Friday morning run along the rivertrail. I never, ever get tired of it, the cycles of it, the comfortable beauty of it. I'm not sad to say goodbye to summer. I love Autumn. It's like eating the frosting off the cupcake and chucking the rest in the trash. Pure perfection and exactly what you wanted in the first place. What compares to the mellowed light, and cooler air? The fading leaves, the dry alfalfa fields? The roadside brown eyed susans and silkeweed? The lake's surface is still blue glass reflecting back the Ochre Mountains? It's such a short moment of the year we get to enjoy the outside world the way it's meant to be. This is why we run all year long. To eventually witness, and bathe in the gentleness of the world on a morning like this. Forget the marathon, forget the races, forget everything and just melt into and accept the changing season. |