morning runs

morning runs

This morning I woke up at 6.30 sharp. And I was wide awake (whaat right…). Somehow I was so energized I got up right away and went to the window. I don’t know what it is about smelling the fresh air in the morning but the first thing I do when I get out of bed is sticking my nose out of the window and breathing in the fresh air from the night, holding some of the scents of the imminent day. So this morning the fresh winter air caressed my skin. I’m sure you feel the same way but I’m positive you can smell snow. The air is just so crisp and fresh and pure. I was amazed by the thick white layer that covered the houses, trees and grass. And even though I am not the most keen person on running in the cold I decided to go on a run. In the morning I am so much more ‘productive’ (if you count doing sports as being productive..). It is as if I have all my willpower to make the best choices for my health and happiness. Contrary I feel like in the eveing my willpower has been eaten up by all the decisions I had to make throughout the day, even if they were minor and unimportant, at the end of the day, it’s hard to push yourself – eat healthy, do sports or something for uni/ work. Anyway.. I got dressed and went outside to go for a run. I ran across the street and turned left. Swoosh. First thing I earned a few bruises on my knee and hip. I guess that really motivates one to go running… Still continued my run towards the forest. And oh boy was it beautiful. I actually felt like it got sucked into one of these magical children’s stories that take place around christmas time.. The trees and ground seemed to be glowing in marvellous splender. As the sun had just begun rising it shimmered through the leaves and reflecting from the snow. It almost took my breath away (not the best when running but still.. ).

Nature is just so amazing and enchanting. Every time… I don’t know what it is about nature but for me it always grounds me and fills me with joy and content.

‘On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.’

~ Jules Renard


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