It was now a week ago when I went for a run to a hill after work. I left on foot from home and went up a local(ish) hill Dumgoyne, which is around 15 miles one way.
As I was coming down the hill, the sun was setting, it was cooling down and there was a bit of a breeze. It already was feeling like a long day on my feet and I felt a sense of achievement. As I was coming back home, it got dark and wheels were slowly coming off. I was making back to civilisation. Some kids were sitting in Milngavie, who might have shouted something at me. Weird sights were seen in Glasgow, including someone emptying the contents from the car into a bin by the bus stop. Not something you typically see, never mind it being 11PM. I realised I also became a sight - a slowly shuffling runner, on a Thursday night, traversing the urban jungle. I made it home just before midnight, some serious mid-week miles clocked and was feeling properly knackered.
Coming off the hill in a breezy sunset and then descending into the night while being tired was something I missed for so long. It was just way too romantic and intimate feeling, yet so distant these days.
I never realised it was this very feeling I missed all along. I hope you find yours, if you lost it! I am sober by the way, it's just been stuck in my head for too long and had to write it up somewhere .