It's a beautiful time of the year to run. Everything is in the processes of changing - as it always is - but the wonderful thing about fall and spring is that the change is so visible. In spring it seems so sudden - the world explodes in green and warmth. Fall is more subtle - leaves become crisp and begin to color in ever darkening shade until their time to fall arrives. Both seasons so dramatic. Yet spring is rebirth from the depth of darkened winter and fall is the final stage of a yearly life. Things prepare to slumber. It brings a bitter sweet taste to the season. I often run in a melancholy of beauty - fully aware of the temporary flash of life and color. It makes me appreciate days like these so much the more.
Peace,
Eric
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