Runnin’ on Sunshine
I lay in bed this morning having my a.m. cup of inner conflict. Run or not? Most of me was screaming, “Not!” But somehow the best choice won this round (a phenomenon that hasn’t been happening all that often lately). So I headed out on the Rail Trail this radiant fall morning; it was stunning and still and fresh.
It could not have been better. And then I ran by this bench – which seemed so out of place. It was like someone sounding an airhorn in the midst of a wedding.
Oh, that I never get so lost in my own sunshine that I forget that people around me are hurting.