a lovley little jog

this morning i had the loveliest jog, east on parley, as it meanders towards carthage. not thinking of how far i was going, or how fast i got there, i followed the road out of town as it twisted & turned, went uphill & down. i savored the perfectly crisp weather as i passed green rolling fields with cows lazily munching amid huge round bales of hay, horses watching me with tails swishing, red tractors parked & waiting to work again, friendly dogs running out of white frame farmhouses and red barns or outbuildings made of old red brick & stone. i ran over small creeks and listened to the hum of insects and songs of birds, enjoying orchards with green & red apples, flanked by purple grape vineyards, corn and soybeans. bliss.

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[RENEE]

Sounds like a perfect day in a perfect place--one we all dream about.