Running and reality

This is when I feel that I am just real. :) who cares about anything after a great run in the park! it feels as if I am the cloud of energy- strong and powerful and I can do anything. I am just the running machine, and every move is like eating the path under my feet. As well as the carpet of acorns as my way is under the oak trees. I feel absolutely awesome!! Even an hour later...

While thinking about the direction there is always something to do. This time the result of "thinking" is this...influenced by the autumn colours

Navigation?

Several months later and still no answer. The spring came and gone with crazy mothers of all kind, naïve little ducklings, cherry blossoms and shy attempts of "exercising for summer". Hot lazy summer days brought burnt grass,  hungry grown and spoilt by humans ducks and seagulls, raspberry fests, cheap tomatoes and sleepy dreams. These days passed as well.  And the mornings became cool. Everything woke up. The promise of colder times, woolly jackets and "real merino" underwear  is given by the crystal air and occasional yellow leaves of English plants. And obviously brains woke up as well. Or at least made an attempt.