I took this photo Sunday morning on my way to Halifax and my somewhat disappointing race. I miss the sunrise these days as I am usually up and running well before the big star makes its appearance.
When I do get to catch the uprising of the sun, and especially when it occurs while I am running, it gives such a lift to the soul and step that I mimic it’s upbeat swing and I breathe deeper and longer and smile wider and stare at the colour and warmth it throws and quicken my pace and plain old simply and humbly feel more alive.
As autumn continues to chug along, winter morning running seems only just beyond where the tracks meet the horizon, and it’s chilly darkness will make the running tough. But, when fall’s door shuts and winter’s opens, a look back at photos like this will pull me through.