The boulevards in D’s new neighbourhood are tree-lined and fragrant with the blossoms of lilac and apple.
The dusky skies yielding to a pale blue while ducks languidly float along the gentle current of the local creek.
Even the avenues here are placidly named. Autumn Harvest and Golden Orchard being among my favourite monikers that sweep along the curving water’s edge.
People seem friendlier here. More ready with a quick smile and a welcoming hello. It may be the giddiness of spring’s long awaited embrace on this early morn. But I believe there to be a deeper-seated genuineness to these kind-hearted gestures. And it makes the running all the more enjoyable.
For 22 straight days now I’ve been running. Starting a week before The GoodLife Fitness Toronto Marathon, through that race, and on and on.
Though something continues to urge me forward, I can’t really say that I know for certain what that something in fact is.
But I am greatly enjoying the journey.
As the days become brighter and the flora more lush, there seems to be a growing sense of excitement and anticipation in the air.
It truly is a wonderful time to be a runner.