I’ve taken up running again on a trail just a few miles from home.
I’m a short drive away from slapping my feet against the pavement with my favorite music blasting in my ears.
After tucking my key and cell phone safely away, it’s a short stretch and quick walk to begin. Nothing feels quite like eating distance and space up with your sneakers.
The trail curls along a shaded line of wooden fence and purple lupines. The path has quickly become one of my favorites.
One day, after a final stretch, I reached down into my shoe to pluck my car key from its hiding place—only it wasn’t there. I pulled on all the car doors. Locked. Peering in I was half afraid I’d see it lying there on the passenger seat—but no key…
Hey, everyone, if you’re looking for me you’ll find me here at The Stream’s Edge with my friend Jeanne. Come join us, today? (We hope you will.)