Running at the arboretum has been wonderful. I think of the darndest things while I run. I don't use music; I listen to the world around me more than anything else. I often think of the future or what I'm working on. I tend to think about big things rather than little things like what's for supper. Sometimes, like today, I surprise myself.
I thought of haiku.
But the arboretum trails are not long. The trails that are in the wide open are very small and looping. The trails that go through the open woods are not long, either. Therefore I go around and around. I don't joke when I say I go around and around and around. I've been the only runner in the "fancy" part of the park. On the other trails, I see all sorts of runners and walkers of every age.
In the wide open part of the arboretum ... that's where all those flowers are! The trees and the grass and the buds and the blooms. Plus? It's April! April is poetry, apparently.
Leaf, tree, flower, breeze and grass
Runner in the sun
I made up about five different poems. I didn't say they were good, but they came from a happy run, so I like them.