through knat clouds and silver motes

 three miles

 six miles

eight miles

i run in a haze of thoughts, through knat clouds and silver motes suspended in golden shafts. my body, spirit and creation are in harmony, i am loose and relaxed and running smoothly and fast. why can't it always be like this? my feet have a mind of their own today and i am happy to let them fall where they want. even the wind is compliant, it seems to be my companion today, invisible and swift and i match it stride for stride. like God's spirit it is with me, ahead of me and surrounding me, manifest in the music of rustling leaves.
like most of my runs i am happy when i reach home and stop, i am peacewashed and still.