I keep thinking of that sound. It's the same for me after a long trail run. It's the sound that keeps coming back to me. That hush in the trees. The crunch of leaves and twigs. The bounce of a squirrel.
That sound. The waves endlessly rolling onto the shore reshaping it to greet me each morning.
I know as the days pass that sound will fade from my mind and be replaced with the familiar sounds of my daily runs. The breeze in the trees. The cows mowing in the pastures. The crickets and frogs. But today as I look forward to my run after work, I'm thinking now nice it would be to hear those waves again and feel the cool spray as I put one foot in front of the other.
Day # 436 in case you are wondering.