Running on a mountain is hard work, but it pays off. If I run far enough, I'm rewarded with the most beautiful views, looking out across valleys and hills, with their golden villas and thick forests, towards distant mountains and glorious sunsets.
I run up and down so many hills that I've finally become used to them. There are two in particular that are very difficult, but they add a challenge that I like. One comes right at the end of my run, which forces me, out of pride, to always finish strong.
I run through thick forest, meadows, and hayfields. Sometimes I will encounter a group of white cattle or sheep with lambs in tow, their bells clinking in the soft evening air.
Puppy likes to run with me, although she has a hard time keeping up. When I get back to the house, we like to play together. I chase her until she rolls onto her back and I can pet her, then she darts away again.
I stretch in front of the house, bathed in the sunset light, looking down from our mountain top across an open field and then out, out, out, into the hills and mountains and sky.
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