There was rejuvenation in the sun; in the songs of birds on wind, and, too, in breeze through woods; in the miles underfoot, breath finding and settling into rhythm, in the strain of beginning run and the loosening and settling in of body the longer that you kept; how mind matched with flesh and each found energy in displacement of an idleness; how in beginning without defined distance or destination—adrift in mind and mood—you found yourself again: right where, unknowing, you were precisely meant to be.
You are light: body, mind, and spirit—and so is world around—as you rest and take it in. Whatever weight, whatever strain, is freed; and there is found peace in made movement toward distance and destination beginning undefined.
Hands on head, you breathe deep, taking it all in; body even lighter. You rest, absorb, and then—with single step—begin movement in return. Rhythm, pace, and breath find and hold again; returning, too, with peace by movement through a distance.