For me, it’s most evident when I run on the trails here in the Oakland, California hills.
Today the wind was whipping around the trail and I could feel an almost cyclonic effect around my legs.
The sky was clear as can be and everything stood out in sharp contrast – the beautiful greens and blues of a Northern California winter’s day.
I could smell the pine of the trees, the dampness of the moss and leaves beneath my feet on the darker, shaded portions of the path.
The sound of the leaves whipping about as the trees swayed was almost hypnotic.
Even my sense of taste was at play as I licked the salt and grit from my lips after a long, fast downhill run.
For those miles, for those moments, I was complete.