Finally, Spring has arrived. It has been a very long winter here in the Berkshires, a long winter of running on pavement. But today I was finally able to get back to the Applachian Trail, it felt as if I was home, running through the woods. I had to be more conscious of where I placed my feet, each step, as the roots seemed to grow over the winter. The clocked was stopped as I slowed just to listen to the silence, the squirrel who always sounds like a bear, the songbirds and an occasional breeze. This section of the trail is only a mile, but it is a beautiful mile. I find God when I slow down, when I listen, when I am aware of my breath. It was a very good run indeed.