There’s something magical about a morning run before the rest of the world wakes up.
There’s something magical about the dimness and fog that surrounds you with hope with what this day could hold.
There’s something magical about the rustling in the woods that could be an unexpected morning encounter.
There’s something magical about the conversation between that you get to eavesdrop on.
There’s something magical about a morning run before the rest of the world wakes up.