(Pandemic Diary - day 277)

It was right about here (the last step of my 30,000th recorded mile)…

or maybe here…

…in the darkness, on a nameless trail in the Scotia Barrens, stars overhead, owl-hoot in the distance, steady gentle crunch of leaves underfoot…

and it was just like every mile before and since,

each pointless and precious,

each unique,

and all the same.

Originally published to Strava on 30 November 2020 (Monday)