My favourite place

If I'm going to go for a run, it'll have to be at dusk. The wildlife is out to graze, bounding away as I plod nearer, the sky begins its light show, and the birds and crickets bid each other good night as I pass.

I leapt over inchman ants and muddy puddles, startled the potoroos, and caught snatches of evening calls over my 'let's pretend I'm not running' distracting podcasts.

Yes, I'm pretty happy here.