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Feet hitting the ground, pummeling forward. Leaving everything else behind. One step closer to the goal. Painful steps, after running for hours. People cheering, urging them on. My camera clicking, freezing moments in time. Their emotions captured forever, no matter how far they run.
Protected: The sound of Walking down memory lane
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The sound of boots made for walking
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I’ve always loved the autumn. When I drove home after work today I had to force myself to not look too much around me. The temptation of being sucked into the red and yellow colors, did not go together very well with my ability to drive. But I looked out at the trees caressing the mountains as often as I could.
On Sunday, I will go kayaking for the first time in many years. I look forward to sitting inside the tiny kayak resting on the water, looking around me. Feeling the calm settle inside me. Putting my warm clothes on, feeling safe and at home. Because sometimes being outside is like being at home.
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