Spring comes to the Pacific Northwest, and it feels like the whole world wakes up, dons gowns of green and gold, and creates a cascading splendor above and beside the trail. In much the same way that I appreciate how the winter months prompt me to turn inward, when I am often surrounded only by the dark and before me a small tunnel of light, illuminating my breath, spring launches me into a synesthetic feast. The vitality of the season pulls me outward, to engage with my surroundings, and the sea breezes and gentle sunshine remind me that summer is yet to come. Occasionally, I will stop during my run to examine a newly flowering plant, or look up to the branches of birches and cottonwoods, noticing their burgeoning decoration in wonder and gratitude. There is such delicacy and complexity to the natural world around us, something that is best appreciated while running in solitude on a wooded trail.