venerdì 2 novembre 2012

About running in the woods

Because it has started again.
Nothing else but allowing my warm body to go across the cold air surrounded by the multicolor soil and ceiling of the autumnal scandinavian woods.
Again that need of running fast is back.

Sometimes I need to wear a cap to not get cold, almost never I need gloves, because my hands are always warm. Out-of-focus all of that is not moving a step after the other, I breath fast and run through the white smoke coming out of my mouth.

On all the leaves forming an unique carpet, waiting for the white magic powder to fall, it is every time new the movement of going ahead as fast as I can.

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