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Autumn Encounter

Author: Tony Green

The day had started very much like any normal Tuesday morning. I got up at 6:30 and dressed for my usual jog through the woods at the back of the village. The Sun was up a little earlier than me and fortunately the wind had decided to sleep in a little longer. It was a magical time of the year when no two trees look the same and the air is filled with the musky aroma of fallen leaves and the sounds of early morning birds going about their morning activities.

I could see why the wind had overslept this morning, it must have been playing so energetically until quite late into the night before falling asleep as it had woven a thick Autumn carpet of leaves for me to run on in place of the thinning, slippery grass of yesterday.

I made my way deeper into the woods gradually getting into my stride and beginning to feel that warm glow that normally wells up inside as you settle into a nice rhythm and a steady pace. I crossed the small stream at the footbridge and began the climb up the other side. It was a little steeper going up than coming down and I always found this a challenge. Luckily it was at the start and not at the end of my run otherwise I may have found it to be too much of a challenge.

I loved to run, always had really. I think my passion for it started with the cross country running we had to do during the mid week PE period at secondary school. I always took great delight in leaving every one else behind and surging off on my own. That way I could stop half way round and enjoy the countryside before turning back once more in the direction of the school.

Enjoying the countryside of course at that age meant nipping into the apple orchard and scrumping a few ripe red apples or accidentally falling over next to the rows of those succulent strawberries and of course sampling a few while you were down there. Different times of the year meant different delights to be had along the way offering up such things as plump purple plums and deep red cherries. I always wished I liked gooseberries as there were masses of those hanging there just begging you to sample them.

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