An Early Friday Morning Run
Dawn breaks over the trees in Chestnut Ridge Park,
It’s quarter to six on a Friday morn.
Alone as I lace up my shoes,
It’s perfectly still except for the birds greeting a new day.
The air is crisp and pure,
Neither warm nor cool.
I am alone yet totally at peace,
Running down a pristine trail banked by trees and ferns.
I realize what
is truly important,
I understand why I am here.
Source: Dave’s Blog at http://torunistolive.blogspot.ca/