It was cool and bright when I got up…perfect weather for a very early run.

The moon was full this morning and it was as bright as a very cloudy day when I left the house.

The moon was full and a fleeting thought of werewolves passed through my mind when I stood out on the front porch stretching.

A fleeting thought of all the weirdness that’s supposed to take place during a full moon swirled around in my head before quickly leaving me.

It was bright…and I could see everything.

There wasn’t a worry in the world…easy running.

It was a beautiful morning and I thought that it was kind of strange that, even though I was just kidding around with myself with all the werewolf thoughts, I would have any idea of the day being anything other than perfect for a run.

Some people around here have a habit of saying, “Oh…we’ll pay for this later..” when the weather is unseasonably pretty, like there’s some weird allotted balance that gets upset when they’re granted something that’s nicer than they expected.

These same people seem to have a talent for finding the alternative that “should be happening”…dry when it should be raining, too wet when they think it should be sunny, etc.

They are good at finding what they look for, too.  Disappointment seems to be something that is sometimes one of the “helpful emotions”…it’s a supportive emotion, always willing to build on itself and always willing to help us find more reasons to be disappointed.  Dissatisfaction can be powerful…it’s the rolling downhill that’s hard to stop as it gathers speed.

There’s not a day that goes by that doesn’t result in some kind of a “we’ll pay for this later…” kind of response.

It’s funny how nothing is ever really quite right…and if it is close to just right, something bad is just down the path to balance everything out later.

It’s like a balance of mediocrity is something to shoot for…no surprises, nothing “too good” that we’ll have to “pay for” later.

I had a beautiful run this morning.  It was only beautiful…no hidden edges or payback waiting to crush me…no coming alternative to watch for that might throw a bad element into my enjoyment of the moment.

Sometimes something great is worthy of being taken on its own merits.  In the moment…in that moment that can’t be changed once it’s passed us…a good thing can be just a good thing.  There doesn’t have to be some kind of need for a negative balance that’s going to “make us pay” somewhere in the future.

I had a great run this morning.  The moon was beautiful and the sky was clear, it was cool and there wasn’t much traffic, and it was peaceful.  It was as bright as a cloudy day. It was a good morning to be out in the world.

And there wasn’t a werewolf in sight.

I’ll probably pay for that later.