I got out for a lovely barefoot run this morning. Overcast and damp from showers, the early morning air was greenhouse humid and cotton swab thick.

I ran slowly, enjoying the feel of the air lifting the fine hairs on my arms, focusing on technique, wanting to land so softly on the spring cool asphalt I’d be quieter than a butterfly kiss.

Robins swooped and cattle lowed and a fat plush kitty strolled across my path. Somewhere in a stand of trees along a recently plowed field, crows were enjoying a raucous sunday morning service.

I ran slowly, in meditation, thankful.