Good thing, too, because the morning was gorgeous. The clouds looked as if Mother Nature, starting a new quilt, had dumped a huge-ass bag of batting on the glass-topped table above us.
If you were in a car, or on a treadmill, under a roof, you wouldn't have noticed them. But out on the bike, or on a run, you were out under them, you couldn't have missed them.
What I really love about these clouds, the way they stretch from one horizon to the other without obscuring the blue above, is that they give you a sense of scale. If you let them, they remind us how vast the sky is, how high and how far the dome goes, how small we are, and how lucky we are to be alive.
Get outside, look around, and don't forget to look up.*
Good running,
Doug
*And if you see something that reminds you you're alive, even if you have gloves on and your phone is tucked away in a pocket, and your running late already, and you don't see any easy places to pull over, just stop, make the moment, and snap some pictures. You'll thank yourself later.
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