When I run, I run into the hills, the forest or the mountains. Free of distractions and human interference I find myself alone with shy thoughts.

Today I ran, needing to be alone. Utterly alone amongst the forest and the stones I cornered my thoughts. Twisting along the trail I snaked through the mix and mess of memories, along concealed trails of thought, through hidden feelings, all the while checking my precarious balance.

I forced my way along, my legs powering pedals, my mathematical mind trying to apply logic to my irrational pot of thought.


"How did I get here so fast?"to this feeling? To the top?
The view was incredible, the summit capped with a carefully stacked pile of rock.
My thoughts were lining up, forming a picture, giving a vision, showing an answer.

Amongst the tranquility, the perfection was torn, a sudden rumble, a distraction.
White streaking loudly across blue, a plane drawing its line, providing its sign.

"Am I losing my mind?", or does everything real work out and fit into this line?