Saturday, April 7, 2012

Where I run.



I'm lucky to work at a place that has running spots like this.  After a morning of frustration, I can be down the steps and out the door and in the beauty of the forest in just a few minutes.  Some days, the trees are what save me from screaming.  The promise of bird songs gives me strength to make it through a morning of dealing with humans.  Living things aren't meant to be caged in cubicles.

1 comment:

Snowbrush said...

I'm glad you can escape to such a lovely place.