It is the time of year where a mid-afternoon run feels like a morning jaunt. The Arkansas river stands as glass stretching from bank to bank across its shallow basin. Light wisps of fog move about the pane - fairies dancing. The air has a mystic refreshing quality. I am the only person out enjoying the day. The sky is overcast with a pleasant grey color. The banks are still green, giving a striking contrast between sky and earth. The half naked trees watch over the trail; half naked the other half dressed in green and yellow. Every other moment a leave dives from a tree - consciously. In their new freedom they hang suspended momentarily, then dash most unexpectedly into the earth. As if for a mere second you could believe that they would win their fight against gravity and rise up, floating off into the grey mist of the sky above.
