Familiar

This morning's Parkrun took me to a more familiar place than last week - back to Loch Leven. 

I was hoping for a breeze off the loch to help me on my way. Well, it was worth trying. I struggled. But it has been a demanding week, one way or another, so my expectations were low. 

On the other hand, the warmth was ideal for sitting at one of the picnic tables afterwards with coffee and a croissant (or two). My week has had plenty of high spots, and that was one.

There's a warmth in the eyes
And a clearness of thought
When the deepest of sighs
And the frankest of shadows are gone...

Next I have to sort out the big mess in my kitchen (I made hummus), then some music and then one of my books.