Baby Come Run With Me, Beinn Bhuide

[Joehill]

The soft breeze over Loch Fyne carries remnants of the greater ocean, and my soft footsteps on the road carries me. The sun is warm and behind me as I run past the shallow waters of the loch. The moon must have drawn the water back to the ocean; the moon must have stolen it.

So I run, pass the bridges of the River Fyne, pass the farmlands, and far into to the Glen. The road is solid, but I am changing movements to different beats. I breathe the air - in and out, my heart beats, my feet hit the ground – one – step - at – the – time, and my thoughts comes and go in a flow. I am something like music…

So I run, and I leave the road behind, and I run, and I climb, and I stumble, and pull myself upwards on the green mountain side. You know, it all takes some time... But Spring is here and it is a movement fuelled by the sun (so am I) and it is on the run...

Towards summer... towards flowers and life...

So I run, until I reach the top, and then I stop… To breathe, to see, to be...

[Mal Grey]

Nice, like your writing. Not as easy to do as some might think.

Thanks for sharing.

[Joehill]

Nice, like your writing. Not as easy to do as some might think.

Thanks for sharing.

Thank you! yeah it was not really running in the end haha it is a steep last bit up on the ridge also going down took me ages with my running shoes!

[bigkeith]

Loved the poetry. Was looking for info on the biking terrain but this was a very pleasant surprise.