Another beautiful day given up to work motivated me out for a 6 mile run at dusk up onto Saddle Hill. It felt spring like in the lower woods but winter returned in cold gusts as I gasped up the steep line of the track to the flat hill top, hands on thighs and lungs burning. The oncoming darkness and a sudden rain from the west caught me on the top of the hill. I jogged down into the smirr with the headtorch showing morse code rain drops across the black sky. Down by the road, owls screeched to each other - spring soon but I will miss these mad twilight outings.