I keep hankering for runs but sometimes struggle to find the time. This morning I tried something new.
My alarm went off at 4:45 a.m. instead of the usual 5:15. I figured I'd go two miles and see how it went.
I had run down the same wooded, meandering quiet road yesterday, but at four in the morning it had developed a new character. Suddenly I found myself wondering "am I going to get eaten by coyotes? They are kind of nocturnal, right?" A minute later I realized the probability of me tripping over a fallen branch or some road kill was probably exponentially more likely.
There were no streetlights on my country road; just stars. Everything was clear.