Lacing up today to find that Internal Haven, the one that mimics the presence of my true North. We all carry a true ‘sanctuary’ with us on the trail.
Oh, how I miss home!
A walk is never just a walk, you see, It’s how I try to chart the peace you own. I walk these quiet miles with my memory, Seeking a silence that I have not known.
The outside world is hurried, sharp, and loud, A restless noise that I must navigate; My feet, a path of steady steps I’ve vowed, paved by the feeling of your steady gaze.
This is not running; it is a slow design, to build your presence in the air I tread. I seek the curve where my sure footing’s fine, where my mind and humble heart are fed.
The path becomes the current we once shared, The easy tide where Intellect takes flight and flows, where every thoughtful word was always aired, a shining beacon as the long night grows.
My soles connect as I walk the earth’s floor, each chosen stride to find the missing part, toward the anchor I am searching for, the juice and zest and vibrant, sustaining art.
So I embrace this tender, guiding truth: My soul’s true north, my peace, I find with you—My constant Geography of Calm.
Mindful Miles 
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