The Run That Taught Me to Watch the Sky
There’s a specific moment where you know you waited too long. The sky has been building in the west for maybe twenty minutes, clouds stacking into that anvil shape you recognize if you’ve spent enough time outside in Florida. You told yourself you’d turn around at the next trail junction. Then the junction came and you kept going because you were feeling good and it was only 3 PM and surely you had time. ...
