Apple Tree

Toward the end of my run today I passed by an apple tree laden with apples. A wild apple tree of sorts at the end of a neighborhood block. I run by this tree often, but usually in the dark. Its branches slightly cover the path and generally I need to duck around them. Today the beauty of the tree struck me in particular way. The pattern of the apples on the branches against the morning sky created an irregular rhythm, but a common repeating pattern. I've seen plenty of apple trees in my life, but for some reason, today, that apple tree appeared as if it were transplanted from another planet. I have no idea when I first saw an apple tree, likely as a young child, but seeing this tree today I had a sensation of wonderment not unlike a child full of marvel at the introduction of some object or piece of nature that is not yet common place in his or her experience. 

Running provides space think thoughts. 

The past three days have been incredible runs. Just the right temperature. Just the right distances. Just the right paces. Sunrises and clear skies. These runs freshen my memory of why I like running. 

I'm nearing the half way point of the training cycle and things are about to get serious. I'm glad to have some of the summer wrinkles out of the way so I can get to the business of grinding out the miles.






















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