Trying, and failing, to capture the beauty
An autumn run has me pondering whether you fully appreciate nature when you're running through it
We’ve had some stunning autumnal days this week and I’ve been lucky enough to get out for some late-morning runs, the sun bright, the air crisp, the colours almost hard to take in they’re so golden.
I kept getting pangs of guilt, however, that I wasn’t fully appreciating the splendour around me. Running along, it was all flashing by out of the corner of my eye. Was I really taking it in? Was I appreciating it enough?
Now and then I would stop, to try to do just that. If I’d had my phone, I would have taken a picture, to try to capture it that way. But it was just me, so I tried to stand there and appreciate it, absorb it. But I was out for a run. I was restless to carry on.
Was I wasting these mornings, running through nature’s spectacle, rather than stopping to admire it? Surely such a colourful show deserved more attention?
These thoughts played on my mind, until I decided to try to put them down on paper. Maybe that would make sense of them. I ended up writing a poem.
