The only thing inspiring about this run was shutting the door behind me to be bathed by the cool velvety blackness of a dense and starry sky. The beauty and peace of the darkness was so intense as I began to run along, a deep breath was spontaneously pulled from my lungs. I couldn't even see the outline of the mountaintops against the sky. Eventually a tiny sliver moon, thin as a fingernail, rose just above the mountain line. These cool, dry, clear, mild September sunrises fill my soul. Soon will come the still, frigid mornings of winter and the crunch of fresh snow underfoot. But not today. Today dawned with the temperate, sweet, ripe satsifaction of a juicy autumn pear; which consequently I plucked and ate from my tree upon my return. | 