Running in Carmel Park late in the evening is an experience that is paralleled by no other. As I run, I have the sunset of the Mediterranean at my back, the clouds glowing orange, then purple, blue, and red. As my feet hit the pavement, the sound becomes part of the never ending chorus of the park. Deep down in the ravine below me, I can hear the bullfrogs singing their nightly song, the wolves howling chimes in with the rush of the breeze swaying the grass around me. The fresh smell of night descends upon me as my legs carry me as if on a cloud. Around and round I go, through the mountains of the Carmel.
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