Breathing in the Christmas Spirit

Crunch, crunch, crunch, breathe.  Crunch, crunch, crunch, breathe.  The rhythmic sound of my body running through Hulls Gulch on snowy trails invigorated the senses.  The dusk air stunning in its crisp and lucid panorama had me piercing the universe.  Running uphill to the east, the scene bore into the deepest regions of my mind.  The pure white silhouette of the mountains contrasting with the shadow rise’s purples and blues put joy in my eyes.  And wow, there’s even some pink. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch, breathe.  I wanted more.  My eyes scanned the cloudless evening sky.  Limited in their ability to see everything my neck careened back towards the west and again, the joy in my eyes was immediate.  Take it all in; soak up the beauty, said my soul.  Exhale.  Breathe in the world.  The moment to moment changes in the brilliant hues of orange and red kindled the heart while the sun began warming the other side of the world.  My spirit soared just like my running and the Christmas Cheer I had been lacking swept over me.  The stillness; vast and calming, brought nature closer.  We merged into the sneaking night. 

Running through an area dubbed ‘the orchard’ I wondered if the Great Horned Owl was perched somewhere nearby.  I wondered if he loved the beauty of this night and murmured my feelings his way.  My friend heard my thoughts and bellowed out a few hoots in agreement.  I smiled.  Crunch, crunch, crunch, breathe. 

Breathe in the Christmas Spirit. 

Happy Holidays