This summer while in Maine, I changed my running route to head south instead of north along our rocky coastline. Early morning, just after a short espresso and a skim of news headlines and some spiritual reflection time.

Out the door, a mix of walking hills and running flats and downhills. Fall seeping into the edges of my vision. Gloves this time. Sandy shoulders, ferns, deep ramshackle woods, steely, bitter smells from moss, leaves turning reds and oranges, falling on the ground.

I wrote about this new running route in my latest Substack newsletter, and also shared about the interesting characters (people!) I met along the way.

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