Running in the Fog

Today I ran six miles in unseasonably warm weather and thick fog.  Nobody else was out except for that couple I keep seeing walking their dog on Horse Cove Road.  The drizzle thickened a little from time to time, bringing me almost to the brink of discomfort but not over.  The fog was a little dazzling; I stayed on back roads because of the poor visibility, and the fragrance of the wet woods was all around me, the only sound my own footsteps on the gravel.  It made me understand a little bit that well-known and enigmatic line from Macbeth:

"Light thickens, and the crow

Makes wing to the rooky wood."

Round and round I ran, up Lower Lake Road, around Gibson and Harris - the route my companion runners now call "Mary's Four Miler" - back around by the school, and then finally braving Main Street where the cars were scant after all.  It was a misty twisty run in the thickening light this day after Christmas.

I am relieved that this holiday is over, after all.  It has been a stressful time as we have struggled with loss.  Now we can look ahead down the road to a new year, as I talked about in my previous post -  new races to run, new books to read (perhaps I will take up again that Ngaio Marsh book Light Thickens of which Wikipedia reminded me when I looked up the Shakespeare!), new music to listen to and to learn.  Let's go exploring!