A thin layer of snow crunching under my footsteps, the wind becoming known as the trees lend their physical presence and the sunlight gently peeking through the evergreen needles. My senses are awake and my busy mind is losing its podium to the roots, rocks, steep climbs and fast descents. Gratitude and awe creep in with expansive views and mossy crevasses. My mind develops spaces in between words, the spaces slowly grow and I can exhale and feel whole. I can run and smile at everything and nothing because all I know is that there is snow crunching under my feet and wind blowing through the trees and sunlight gently touching my face.
This is why I run in solitude.