Originally Posted by
tri-mind
Edale.
Night lays it's velvet cloak at my door,
All is quiet not a sound except my beating heart,
Looking around drifts of snow scattered cross the moor,
It's such a joy to be up here i suppose i better start.
My headlight flashes beams bouncing of the snow,
The crackle of broken ice and the squelch of mud,
No one here but me floating across the peaks i go,
This is so special if only life was always this good.
The stars shine down observing my perfect run,
I reach 10 miles this is effortless, incredible,
Could carry on forever with my athletic meditation,
I'm reaching the end this memory will be indelible.
By Matt Harmston