Delightfully Brisk

Whipping wind, tearing eyes

Frozen circles of foam floating down river like
small white pies

Blinding light, crunching leaves

Wiping snot on my sleeves


Bog bridges topped with snow

Breaking through puddles into cold water below



Happy runner

Delightfully brisk, hardly summer


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Seven early morning miles out to and along the Cathance.


Felt good.