Some days are a little gloomy, inside and outside. And with winter slowly seeing its way out, spring has never been more welcomed. Meanwhile, I’m learning to see the beauty in the gloom and keep my eyes on the horizon for better, brighter days.
I hope that somehow you see the beauty in the storm, too.
I can’t seem to help myself from taking photos constantly. And while often they are far from perfect and very simple, they still help me hold on to memories.
This morning I left for a jog and snapped this photo on my way to the trail. You can see the storm in the clouds but it was still a beautiful almost-spring morning.
Just before I got to my halfway point it started to snow, hard. With police monitoring the path, sleet, wind, and unprepared running attire, it definitely ended up being a very memorable, mentally challenging experience (that i’m glad is over).
But of course, there’s the beauty in those types of memories too.
They say running is the best therapy… and they’re right.
I needed a little cheering up today so I took out the running leash, grabbed my furry-trainer and we headed out to the nearest “open-space.” They have these spaces throughout the Denver communities and they are simply divine (whomever made reserved open space a priority… thank you)!
It may not be the Pacific sunsets which I miss more than I can express, but today it was my solace. I made it out right before sunset and stopped halfway around to snap this picture to share.
Now I’m refreshed, the pup is tired, and I’m ready for my sweat pants and a little relaxing.