Good morning groovy souls! It's 815 and I'm burning daylight. It is time to run.

The mountains are beautiful here, the birds sing their joyful morning songs. Cool humidity still drifts on the breeze, but I know it's fleeting. Today will be a scorcher and if I don't move tail the time will see the day become a muggy wall of heat.

Present moment, perfect moment..

Onward, toward the dawn!