On the road again

The young boy had a run – there was not an option – but to join him. Of course I would.

A short time on feet and I was sore all around while running. It felt good in no time though – hurts, aches and all.

The sky turned colours, dawn rose gently, the weather was cool, the breeze blew the tree branches this way and that, and the young boy and I spoke of adventure and travel, aircraft types and airlines.

Perhaps the right way to get back to it.