I love the Shel Silverstein poem Where the Sidewalk Ends. I love the idea of a special place beyond the asphalt, where nature begins. This morning, I went running with my running friend. We went to the rail trail, where we’ve been many, many times, but today, the sun hit the trail just right and it really looked like the place where the sidewalk ends.
It was a beautiful run. The pace was slow and easy, I felt healthy, and the sun shone off the beaver pond.
That’s something special about running – it can take you to the place where the sidewalk ends.