On my way though, there were all of these butterflies along the river and the trail was littered with caterpillars.
So much that after 2.5 miles in on my run, I just stopped and decided to walk, not wanting to crush them by accident. Somehow, I took the wrong turn without realizing it. I thought I had stumbled upon a dry area, the word 'wasteland' coming to mind.
But I kept walking despite the rocks and weeds and came upon a peaceful place along the river that I had yet to see before.
And I wondered at that moment if this was somehow a metaphor for something I have yet to discover.
I didn't go after the bridge today, instead I went all the way back home, the way I came. For the first time, a run didn't clear my mind. And for the first time, I got lost on a route I thought I knew so well.
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