with a large bottle of cold ale

Today my body is in love with running. My mind, so often full of clear swirling thoughts and word pictures is chaotic and scrambled. Today nothing suggests but my run is still superb. I am so relaxed and energised that I want to run forever. I clamber over railway bridges and run along the trails in the bright mid morning sun, I run through four different woods and finish with one bastard hill. Afterwards I sit shirtless in the sun with a large bottle of cold ale. There was nothing profound about my run today apart from the purity and simplicity of the act itself - and that is profundity enough.