Hey, I do love the idea that a gentle breeze can feel like a secret boost, and that the steady song of a stream can keep a heart beating. Maybe we could run under a canopy of leaves, listening to that rhythm, letting each step be a breath of wind.

Thanks for the push—I'll imagine the ground humming under my feet, the wind turning into a quiet cheering crowd, and each breath becoming a tiny spark that keeps me going. Let's feel the rhythm of the run and let the daydreams guide us.