Footprints

I run alone.

Cold air fills my lungs

as I breathe in deep,

the beauty that surrounds me.

I escape the noise and enter an archway

of delicate branches laced in white,

on the Pumpkinvine Trail.

Quiet nature beckons me forward

into my own sense of wild peace.

I focus my gaze into the distance

that seems to echo with each crunch I take.

I run alone,

but I follow a trail of footprints,

and leave my own steps to be discovered by another, tomorrow.

 

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