But, soft: behold! lo where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me. - Stay, illusion!
If thou hast any sound, or use a voice.
Speak to me.
With my legs now weary after my nondescript 18 miles around the local area yesterday I chose to go for a steady 7 miler this evening,. However, this one was with a head torch and my Merrell Gloves.
Although tired, I practically exploded through the front door but after 400 metres chose to temper my speed to take it easy for tonight I wanted to run about 8kms in the woods and in the now moonlight with the remaining miles by road. The first thing that I noticed was that I was sweating hard meaning the humidity was up but the temperature was down which meant that as I entered the woods the cooling affect of the stream had caused a mist to rise, great strands of it such that I was "blinded" as it hit the beam of my torch. I skipped, I jumped and bounced around the puddles and muddy sections but suddenly, from up ahead I heard the sound of young children laughing as though at play. Jumping from my inner thoughts my senses leapt and I put it down to the sound of the babbling waters beside me until it sounded out again, the shrill noise of a child laughing.....Impossible, or was it?
Night running and alone has taught me to ignore the odd noise often caused by an animal in woods but this one was a pretty cool one which I used to accelerate me off the path and onto elevated sections of the woods where I only disturbed the odd nocturnal or two more easily explained but makes a good tale to tell.