Short (?) Walk In Clean, Brisk Air

The temperature had dropped 40 degrees from the day before and it had been raining during the morning hours. By noon the rain was temporarily suspended. I decided to take short walk up the canyon where, twenty five years ago, I used to run several times a week during my lunch hour. The air was brisk and clean, the leaves beginning to exchange their greenery for a variety of vivid colors.

It was a joy to breathe and to see and to sense. I kept walking. Delicious memories of running through those same places years ago came rushing back. I kept walking. There was something that kept pulling me north. Just a little farther, a little farther.

Finally I had to turn around, the bungee cord of responsibility would only stretch so far! Still, the sense of exhilaration lingers -