When I went out this morning to run, clad in my trusty windbreaker, hat my dad gave me etc., I was expecting wind today, too. It was my fighting companion on Tuesday, and I figured it would be today, too.
Well, I was, I’m happy to say, wrong. The morning was still; it was starry, both of which more than trumped the not-so-biting cold. I had a beautiful run.
So for unexpected stillness, and for stars that guide my way, The Grateful Runner says thank you.