as I dozed off to REM land.
On waking, my legs ached to moved
time for a run.
Temperature – colder than it’s been
hat and gloves, not worn in weeks.
Opening the door, standing at the threshold
moisture falls from the sky.
Hesitation, doubt, questioning
do I want to go out there?
A step into it
not rain, not snow, dry and fresh.
A quick change
something to deal with damp.
Off I go
with my warmup steps.
Whitish grey clouds redefine the horizon
a smaller bubble of a world today.
White specks falling, blowing
not rain, not quite snow, beautiful.
Legs gliding, lungs offering its own mist
arms in a rhythm, feet gracing the earth.
An internal peace, a playful smile
gratitude flows, a deep stillness pervades.
Back home, watch stopped
the end of another striking run.
What a way to begin a new day.
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