I spent most of my day today glumping around, playing some video games, eating a little and watching a lot of YouTube garbage. I finally went out for my run around 21:30 in the dark.

Where I ran, there's this paved road that heads out of town up this massive hill, it's about 2 miles long. But as I went up this evening, there were so many fireflies blinking in the meadows on either side of the road. Some nice houses had a warm light coming from the inside, and the sky had some stars. I was working pretty hard to climb this hill, listening to some soft house music in my earbuds so I couldn't hear my breathing.

As you get to the top of the hill, it evens out and you get these rows of tall, old trees lining the road on each side, casting faint shadows. There are fields that slope down into the valley, perfectly silent and seemingly endless in the darkness. Dark shapes on the side of the road hasten your step, but it's just a culvert or a stump. At this point the grade became easier, and I started to pick up the pace with ease, my footsteps in time with the music.

All this combined to form a blissful ambiance, and I was right in the middle of it jacked up on endorphins. It took me to a really nice state of mind, one that I had been chasing and delaying the whole day.

You only get so many days in a life, and though I pretty much pissed this one away, it was partially redeemed by this beautiful and humbling experience.