And it was glorious.
I saw: clear black skies, with a fat waxing moon and pinpoint stars up high.
I heard: the sounds of my breathing, and my footfalls on fallen leaves, interrupted only by the beeps of my HR monitor keeping me to my prescribed pace.
I smelled: crisp woody smoke as my fellow suburbanites fired up their fireplaces throughout the neighborhood.
I tasted: the sweet hot chocolate waiting for me when I got back home.
I felt: alive.
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