Every once in a while, you find yourself running trails that wear thousands of your footsteps. And you find yourself completely lost. Not lost in direction. But lost in the cadence of your feet striking the dirt. Lost in your breath. Lost in the thoughts ebbing and flowing at the shores of your mind. And then, suddenly, you’re back. Back in the present. The distant sounds of traffic. The flutter of a bird across the way. But you’ll never forget - and never take for granted - the fleeting magic of when it all comes together.
