The best time of the day. Quiet. Still. Peaceful.
Did I always know and forget about this slice of time?
Does everybody know? Because they should.
It has to be cherished and visited often to make sense.
The odd encounter not as rewarding as the frequent visit.
Little and often, so true of many things.
I don't smile because I'm happy, I smile and happiness follows.
I don't run because I feel full of life, I run and life follows.
From sedentary pedestrian to ironman and adventurer.
Mountains. Hills. Lakes. Pavements.
Weekly running. Morning views.
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