October is the perfect month for running on my favorite trail. The sun feels gentle. There may be a breeze but nothing stronger. The fleeting nature of a good day can no longer be taken for granted. The trail was flanked with crimson sumac on the upper reaches that may hang around for another week. But the best part of today's run was listening to the red winged blackbird and the meadowlark. I anticipate their arrival as one of the first signs of spring, so it seemed fitting to be able to say goodbye to their warbling in the fall before the snow starts to blanket the ground.
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