Autumn Morning Run

I am most fortunate to have that valuable gift of time this morning.  I briskly walk through my neighborhood bound for Otter Beach, the starting point of all my local Runs.  I approach the trail that leads down to The Lake.  Suddenly the gentle and sweet songs of morning birds are overcome by a wild and joyous chorus of nearby coyotes.  The high pitched howling ends as suddenly as it started.  My first view of The Lake reveals a brilliant Sun floating atop a rapidly receding fog bank that obscures the far side of The Lake.  I walk out on to Otter Beach and glance up at the tallest Fir Tree just across the aptly named Turtle Cove.  Perched on the highest bare branches, seemingly in command, sit two Bald Eagles.  What a glorious sight inspiring this Run around The Lake.  After a brief stretch I begin my Run.  The trail along the West side of The Lake is bathed in tree filtered Sunlight.  Leaves of yellow, orange, red, and green adorn the branches above and carpet the trail below.  I settle in to my comfortable pace.  Nearing the North end of The Lake I see the streamlined head of a Loon moments before it dives.  Quoting Bob Dylan: "So happy just to be alive, Underneath this sky of Blue, On this New Morning..."