Chasing Summer

We were in the last few days before the official start of Autumn and I was doing my best to chase the last few dregs of a near-perfect summer.   Don’t get me wrong, I love all of the sights, sounds and smells associated with fall, but summer is my season and I never want it to end.  The winds were high, chilly gusts buffeting me as I ran but the sun still had its summer warmth.  It was like the two seasons were competing with one another, Summer determined to eek out the last days it was entitled to.

The winds made me run fast even though they were constantly changing direction every time I did forcing me to run headlong into them for nearly the entire time.  They also blew my curly ponytail into a frizzball and the sun made me so happy that I ran with a permagrin.  I really must have been a sight to behold.

If you have spent any time around horses, or even driven past them on a windy day you’ll know that they become spirited, their energy  palpable as it surges forth from them.  They run and may buck or rear.  Their heads are up, ears moving constantly, listening.  As I ran I imagined that this is how they must feel and it was amazing.


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