Morning run

Layer of red cloud hovers above the trees - the city's looming aura.

A glorious day

Wild rabbits skip aside as I run in the golden dawn.

Getting an early start...

Stroked by the wind, long grass pulls at its roots, eager to romp.

A river of stones...

"a small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention"

The small stone project collects people from around the world to write a small stone every day during the month of January.

You can do it TOO!

I would write more but I have an insane amount of things to do right now and no way to catch this blog up on all that has happened this year, starting with my leg snapping in two most unexpectedly. So I shall borrow a FLyLady principle and jump straight in instead of trying to catch up. Tis time to start from now and make a brand new ending :D

Watch out for falling pebbles!