Running offers a lot of time to just be and to just listen and to just look.
I’ve seen just about every type of sky imaginable. Hazy red, crystal cerulean, into-the-void obsidian black, cloudless and stormy, purple and pumpkin, lamenting and angry.
And each outing, despite my run goal for the day or how I feel, it’s the sky that takes the lead.
Those clouds can drive me to move quicker, the colour helps distract my mind from the ardour, the expanse forces me to look inward.
Chasing the essence of the heavens is a gift to runners.