To the trails, again.

The Trail has waited for my return.
Patient, yet eager to carry me for miles once again.
Like an old friend, we pick up right where we left off,
And off I go with solely the serene path to accompany me beneath tattered sneakers.
I drift to the Trails when they call, knowing I will—time and time again—be met with uninhibited equanimity.
We blaze hand-in-hand towards the rising sun with the same alacrity as we held when first acquainted;
A roaring flame showing not the slightest sign of waning, 
A bellow of thunder from the depth of a soul propels my footsteps forward with arrant celerity.
And when the run has risen and the daily deed is done,
I depart from my friend, yearning to return tomorrow—
And the Trail will wait for my return, again.

- Anonymous