Our running group headed out at sunrise. Winter sunlight lit the Flatirons, turning them into rising pink monoliths. High mountains were sparkling in their new covering of snow. While running our repeats, I nodded hello to my tree that stands guard at a bend in the trail. As we were returning, two other runners were coming up towards the tree. Imagine my surprise when they stopped, and one gave the tree a big hug. "Is that your tree?" I asked. Indeed it was! What are the chances that not only does someone else have a special tree, but the same special tree that they also give hugs to. Nice to meet you, Kerry!
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