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 During my run the other day, I stopped off the path and decided to plop down on a patch of grass. It was an absolutely beautiful day: blue skies, a few lazy clouds here and there and a wonderful summer breeze. I stretched out, put my hands behind my head and stared up at the never-ending blue before me. Around the edges, I saw tree branches swaying and whispering every so often. My breathing eventually slowed to normal, and I started to take longer and deeper breaths. I tuned everything out around me except for the whispering trees. It was so nice and peaceful, I didn't want to get up. I kept staring at the sky, almost willing the blue to form something or to change. But no, it was just blue, so brilliantly blue. It was like staring at the ocean upside down. After a bit, I managed to hoist myself up. Except... I didn't continue running. I decided to walk all the way back, taking my time. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/411 |
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