Rosy

Haven't slept well the past few nights, which meant I happily and groggily ignored the alarm yesterday morning and instead chose to stay in bed a while longer. But this morning, I knew I had to get up and out, so despite a restless night, I padded downstairs a little after 5am. The sky was still dark and the thermometer was only reading 52 degrees. Feels like the seasonal shift has begun. Very fall-like this morning. Headed out a little after 5:30 down the powerlines, toward the rosy horizon. Always nice to run on a cool, crisp morning, listening to the birds chirp, enjoying the purple asters and deep purple blackberries along the trail's edge, and watching as the early morning glow spreads down over the trees as the sun rises. A good 5 miles to start the day.