Sunday time

There are all sorts of rituals for the day of rest - church, meditation, big family dinner, football. For runners, it is the long run. A chance to go slow, to chat, to look up. Fresh snow was falling, beginning to cover the trail and the hidden rocks, forcing us to take notice of our surroundings. The mountains were hidden from sight, but the grasses on the plains stood strong and golden against the white backdrop. White blankets draped the backs of the black cows grazing in the open meadows. We got the opportunity to put down fresh tracks in the snow, already history by the time we returned to the trailhead.