Friday night runs are invigorating, and the weather tonight was perfect - not too hot but still warm. A few ducks still playing around in the lake, and a few cyclists. Not many runners. Plus rain started to fall just as my apartment building came into view - a bonus either way you look at it (Running in the sweet rain, yay! Or, almost home, yay!)
I ran for an hour with speed increases during the Diamond Rings tunes on the playlist.
Had a moment. I realized that the crunchy material I'd been running on down by the university was a mess of fallen leaves, and I was struck by the realization that I was interacting with the first signs of autumn. It's tragic to see the signs of summer's passing but transformation is inevitable. Cycles provide opportunities for change as well as the security of routine. And really, all changes occur in cycles that carry on without us or our consent.
So don't worry! Everything is moving along the way it should.
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The nostalgia of another encroaching autumn is a special sort of pang. I think it's my favourite turn of season (and I'm really pinning my hopes and dreams on it this year...).
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