Seasoning, training, focused on yet another goal.
A beautiful, calm, dawn.
Two fellow runners, greeting one cyclist and the pouring water over the green gardens, then, animal surrealism takes over…
One white horse eating on the verge of a rocky stone wall, while a darker, brown one stares at my breathe.
A row of seagulls, complimenting my run with contained screams of maritime freshness.
A stork, quiet and still, eating on a newly scented and revolved field.
A cloud of swallows, sprinkling the sky with motion and elegance.
A stray cat eating from a tray.
At home, the last animal, at the mirror, took the day for the energy and context it provided.