It was a beautiful day to run this morning. A strange mixture of lingering cold met with a new warmth and a sun that hid and reappeared from cloud to cloud. There was a low fog in the dips along the path that would muffle my steps and then release into sound as I lifted from its depth. Something magical in this merg of time and seasons. I ran oblivious to tired legs and heavy breathing - the day, and it's magic - carried me along.
It was a beautiful day.
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