At the Top
I often stop. At the top that is. You have your crazy naysayers, who say that if you stop for more than *x* amount of minutes on a run then it really doesn’t count as a continuous run. Whatever, is what I say to that. Once you run to the top of this climb, how could you not stop? Once you get up there and you turn around and look at where you just came from, it kind of takes your breathe away. Open fields on both sides and a deafening silence that you don’t get just anywhere. No cars and no people. I tend to feel a little closer to the sky up here. Sometimes I sit down and take it all in. How could I not? I see hawks flying about and little bluebirds dancing in and out of the tall grasses.
On a windy day if you listen hard you can hear the gentle song of the wind blowing through the grass. The key is listening..most of the time we spend too much time talking..and not enough time listening.