There is nearly nothing as satisfying as a morning run through the woods. On a crisp morning like today's, the sun just slants is shine through the briared-tangle of all things woody. Every leaf and twig are glanced across the diamond-laced frosted-side that yawns itself into the advancing rays. And the morning seems exuberant as it calmly calls everything awake one more time.
When I think that this happens each day whether I am there to admire it or not, something deep within me awakens as well.
