Waiting and the American River

A temperature of two degrees below zero and darkness kept me sitting around very early in the morning in a suburb of Sacramento, CA. Around 6:30am I bounded out toward the American River. Fishermen, boaters, runners, dog walkers and an abundance of wildlife awaited. I navigated narrow dirt trails, river rocks and gravel as I deeply appreciated the surrounding tapestry of options for the naturalist and exerciser. Mist rising, the sun cresting and a variety of creatures singing songs of the morning inspired and invigorated. I never tire of opportunities in life like this one. Many of them take place when we are out of town, yet another fabulous benefit of travel. Other than the lovely morning run, we had a day planned to visit Shenandoah wine country. The day’s agenda caused me to spend less time along the American River than I wanted. I hurried back to join the group. By the time I arrived they had breakfasted and were ready to go. Regrets? Not a one. If I had started sooner I would not have been able to enjoy the fabulous scenery in the light of day. It was a perfect way to start the day. The memories linger much more so than the fleeting irritation I caused. Start the day with a run. Tom