TRAPLINE SNAPSHOT
Dawn finds me by the river. I am running; watching and listening to the silence that shrouds me. Breath deeply the strength of this quiet that reverberates, hums, like a thousand souls moaning. My runner-clad feet pounding the frozen shoreline, warmth wrapped thickly around my neck. My blood screaming over the courses my body has set for itself. My face burning in sharp contrast, sinewy muscles exhault in their working freedom. I stop, breezes swirl around my flowing hair, lifting and swaying. Bent over, heavily breathing, great rushes of air soothing the fever. I lift my head, crouch, and relax against a tree stump, heart pounding. Feet bruised by loose gravel, ankles aquiver with enforced co-ordination. I watch the sky.
Salmon pink fingers creep over the mountains in a gentle embrace, stroking them awake. Fingers now losing their color and strength, they slip gently over the mountain peak and the clouds loose their blush.
Sun on my face now and my body at ease. I hear the water roaring through it's icy tunnels on it's eager way across the arctic to the ocean. My thoughts adrift with the wind, miles and miles and miles from anyone. Solitude my companion. Pick myself up and explore the driftwood, great masses piled one atop the other. I find a mink bed, fairly fresh, tucked into a sheltered cubby at the root of a huge tree. I run back home to the cabin, burst in the door and welcome the warmth, the smell of tea. The sun is up, my dogteam is awake. My heart glows.
~ © Drifter~
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