Yesterday, we ran to the lake while the electric lights were still on. It felt good to be out early again. It feels like a kind of homecoming. The morning runs provide a rhythm and a soundscape for the weekdays. It is grounding. Literally, each step thudding softly on the orange needles. The syncopation of dodging the occasional frog. Or slug.
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