Only poetry can describe how good I felt on my run this morning. I started out earlier than usual and enjoyed the full spectrum of skyscape, from night to dawn and sunrise. Conjoined with a beautiful dawn, the reverential music of Arvo Part ,and sense that my body has gotten stronger over the past couple of weeks, Walt Whitman’s, I Sing the Body Electric and Emily Dickinson’s “I dwell in possibility” had resonance.
To be able to enjoy a morning run on a crisp, autumn day – what could be finer!
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise-