Listening to a Friend
“I’m going for a quick run - leave the dog inside. I want to run alone.”
But it is impossible to be alone when jogging through the verdant forests of the north. A constant companion floats along beside runners who pad down gravel roads cut next to clear water, or huff up gentle hills carpeted with an endless supply of rust-colored pine needles. We hear it high above our heads, a gentle hush caressing the leaves that undulates with life as it accelerates, then quiets itself, then awakens to push the treetops together with the sounds of a waterfall dancing through the forest.
It is the wind who joins us this morning - a friend who will whisper its secrets all day to those who listen, until the last ember of sunlight fades from the western skyline, and the lake once again is left alone to its dark slumber.
