Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Shadows through Trees

I like those early morning runs where it is cold, but not so cold that my fingers are numb the entire run. (Also, please remember I live in California - cold is a relative term...)

Mornings where there is frost on the ground, but as shadows shorten, it slips away.

Mornings where I go back and forth from shadows to sun, constantly pulling up or pushing down my sleeves - cold, warm, cold, warm.

Morning runs where leaves crunch under my feet.

And mornings where the trail is soft and all I can hear is the clop clop of my shoes, with the occasional bird thrown in. Mornings where I can see shadows through the trees.