Rithet's Bog Revisited

I set out under a grey sky, looking up through bare branches as I found my rhythm and settled into the quiet of the trail. The ground turned slick and alive beneath me, and I carefully crossed waterlogged logs, each step a mix of balance and trust. There’s something grounding about wet shoes and the sound of slow-moving water, like the land is speaking in a softer voice. I paused at the edge of the bog, taking in the story of this place and how it’s shaped by time, water, and patience. It felt less like a run and more like a conversation with the landscape, one step at a time.