Sun shining.
Breeze blowing.
Lungs burning and gasping for air.
Feet running and stumbling.
Bandana flying.
Sweat pouring.
Happy tears flowing.
Music surrounding me.
The woods acting as a cathedral.
Spirits soaring.
Deer appearing and representing innocence and gentleness.
Mud splattering.
Mind, heart, and baby soul being cleansed.
Discovering who I am.
Seeing right through you.
Running away from it all and toward what is yet unknown.
Feeling free at last.
Running to stand still.
Picture this. . . .
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Love it! Still too much snow here to run the trails.
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Thanks so much! We are enjoying a respite from the harsh winter, and I will send some warmth and sunshine your way. I definitely have spring fever now!
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