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UntitledA Pre-dawn Jog Brings Peace ]There is something tranquil about a December, pre-dawn run along the river.

The calm allows you to notice so much ---

The flowing water that is a tad darker than the yet illuminated morning sky.

The frigid air whipping, trying to penetrate several layers of clothing.

Snow flurries falling along the ground, shading the grass a lighter color.

Even the howling breeze provides a momentary peace, a brief respite from the turmoil both behind and ahead.

All these years I spent dreading the colder months, literally fearing the snow, until a greater fear has re-awoken me to the joy of, well, to the joy of --- everything.


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