Running in soft spring rain

Running in soft spring rain.
Mist hangs between tendrils of branches.
Water droplets,
glistening,
bright green leaves shining
wet rock shining,
underfoot.
Mist in the air as I breathe

Still air, moisture heavy,
muffled voices,
shadows,
appear,
then fade.
Birdsong subdued but persistent,
mist almost ancient, enduring, undying.
Running in soft spring rain










Looking toward Drakestone Point, Stinchcombe Hill.





Andrew Hill © 2013

First version 'written' as I ran through the woods with Ollie the dog. I had to stop and record it on my voicemail so I wouldn't forget. 

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