Wind In My Hair

By Candace Gonzales


With the wind in my hair, I run through the tree line. A vertical gain so high I can almost touch the sky. The clouds are my friends running along with me. Together we smile at the sun. Enjoying the beauty of nature and the trail on this long run. With each step of the trail changing, I change with it. I am growing and learning about myself. A growth that teaches me that the trail is a place of love and acceptance. To love and accept the woman that I am, a woman who is fierce enough to take on this trail and any distance. A trail that is free, wild and full of life. I too am free, wild and living like the terrain of this every changing trail. Here on this trail I am home with the wind in my hair, the sun on my face, loving this life and this place.

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