There is something beautiful about running in the hour or so before dawn. Everything is still. Quiet. Awakening.
You see the animals coming out for their breakfast. Rabbits. Birds. Others.
The day is yet to begin.
Full of possibilities and opportunities.
Ours to discover. If we choose to do so.
There is something beautiful about running in the pre-dawn hours.
[Photos are from my run this morning at 5:45am in the Woodlawn and Greenlawn cemeteries in Keene, NH.]
