How many shades?

We have had quite a bit of rain and wind in Lunenburg lately.

My 16k run yesterday had a plateful of gusty wind and a side sprinkling of rain. It also seemed that the wind was in my face no matter the direction I ran.

And accompanying all this is grey. I love running when the sky is ashen, charcoal, leaden, silvery, alive with moving shifting threatening steely clouds. I find it gives the run a sense of dramatic tension. It makes me feel like I’ve got to move quicker to stay ahead of the storm, ahead of the eye of the real “bad” weather.

A sketchy cool graphite sky pushes me to dig deeper and narrow my focus on the run, the road, the grey matter.

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