Jog by the Lake

I inhale the crisp spring air and listen to the ducks quacking in the nearby lake. Birds are chirping and flying from tree to tree as squirrels search for food. The park is filled with children’s laughter and adults walking along the path. After stretching, I begin my morning jog.

I start off slow and pick up the pace. The wind whips against my face and strands of hair fall in front of my eyes. I push them out of the way. Feeling energetic, I leap in the air once, twice and the third time stumble. Using my hands as a guide, I push up and start again.

Life is pleasant.