Sometimes I run. Sometimes I walk. Mostly I cycle. And I think. And these are the things I think about.
Early morning walks in September are tinged with blue. The air is damp, and wet and a little bit misty. Almost blurred around the edges with grey and bright blue. And looking across the lake this morning the trees were dark, and the water was still. Yet everything shimmered softly, with slow, and imperceptible movement. The misty air settling and shifting. And blue descending and rising from the water.
Twinkly pavements and dogs will be dogs… A light dusting of snow greeted us this morning as we set off. Ted was even more stop-and-sniff than usual. So an ‘Easy 4 Miles’ turned into an Easy Peasy with lots of waiting for labradors 4 miles. But the pavements were beautiful and twinkly. Like running over glitter.