I was daydreaming at the end of a long run today, as I often do, and came across something that stood out to me.
A tree.
It had been cut down, obviously it got in the way, or was not the 'right' type of tree for that area, or any other number of reasons.
But despite this, and despite the horribly dry and dusty surrounds, it has sprouted.
Not just a couple of little green leaves, but whole branches, growing strong out of a cut off trunk.
I love seeing examples of never giving up. It reminds me to keep running.
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