Right at daybreak I hurried along the city streets to the
river. Upon arrival I turned right as opposed to my left turn in January of
this year. Quickly a problem presented itself as the trail disappeared into steep
cliff. I didn’t and to trade in the run for hill scaling. So, I kicked a little
dirt and spun around to repeat the portion of the riverside trail I jogged 10
months earlier.
Like before the weather was chilly, mist rose off the
water and I was swallowed by immense natural beauty. Here is what was
different. The salmon were spawning. That was fun. The upstream swimmers brought
masses of waterfowl to the river in hopes of a meal. The sun was rising just as
before, however, since my prior run in this sublime landscape I’d learned about
American Transcendentalists such as Emerson, Alcott and Thoreau. The smells,
sights, sounds and wonder struck me in a new and invigorating way. This moment was part of living life, enjoying
life, being alive.
Much good came of the road previously traveled.
Experience the world in new ways. Run.
Tom
