Larkin Bridle

I felt like I was in the land of the mythical trees...huge, green, lush...Walls of enormous rocks lining the trail on both sides...a misty haze all around, fog settling in the treetops...I was alone and fast, the ground soft and moist underfoot. A morning chill, but I started sweating almost immediately as the humidity hung heavy in the air. Up before the sun, had it had the opportunity to shine thru the thick cloud layer. Quiet, eerie calm yet inviting. Between the music, birds waking, raindrops cascading thru the thick cover of leaves. Weaving along the trail, it was a day where I felt like I could run forever. Out and back, before the end, fifteen feet from me, two white tail deer bounce across the path...I gasp, exhale and jump all at once. Beautiful. I got back to the car. Collected my breath. I wanted to tell someone about what a great run that just was...about why I run...but nobody was there...just me. I'll be back to run here again.