The morning

The solitude of a lonely man, the peacefulness of waves rolling over the shore and the sweet melody of a singing bird. At 6 o'clock in the morning there are few humans moving about this wonderful town of Wexford (Loch Garman), Ireland. Running against the backdrop of the countryside I realize how blessed I am to put one leg in front of the other and transport to another dimension yet feel so connected. I am lost in thoughts of my grandmother's home town; imagining what it used to be like here as I ground myself to the earth. The morning! There is nothing like a run in the morning!