Last night, I was reminded of the thrills of running in the early parts of headlamp season. The sensory deprivation pulls me into a focused and connected run. Without daylight, I become much more aware of my body. I feel like the bow of a ship, smoothly parting the waters as I move forward consistently, fluidly, continuously. My breathing regulates as my legs pump, feeling their power connected to my hips, my back, my lungs, my arms. My body, this intricate machine, propels me forward. Old well-known landscapes regain their mystery as they become shrouded in shadow and darkness. Only the soft glow of streetlamps marks the passage of distance.