Just Running

So today my brother had a conference, 

and so I went outside.

It was snowing, but all the snow from the day before was gone, so the ground was just mushy.

I ran into the field again,

back the the pitching mound,

but this time was different.

It was dark, and I could see the lights from the cars along the highway and the faint lights of the houses in the mountains.

It was peaceful.

I thought of the other day,

and though of you again,

and how lucky i really am.

My dry eyes moistened at the thought of it.

And then I looked out at the field, and how calm it was.

I ran towards the middle,

I wasn't running away from anything,

more like running towards what was to come.

And I was in no hurry to get there,

but was not dreading the dark center either.

I was just 

running.

I ran steadily, contently.

And when I got there, I looked around.

I looked back t where I came from,

Along ways in such a short time.

And I looked towards the woods ahead of me.

And I felt no need to go any farther.

And farther towards the edge of the woods.

They weren't scary, I just didn't feel like it.

And I didn't feel like going back either.

I was happy where I was.

It was comfortable, peaceful, and beautiful.

The snow feel lightly on my face.

What a wonderful place to be.