So this morning, around 7:30am I go for my run. It is perfect out - the sun is up, but it is cloudy and humid, great weather for the lungs (and someone who doesn't care to be seen running by other humans).
I actually went farther than usual, since I don't have anywhere (like work, ha ha) to be on a Sunday morning. Then on the way back I stopped by my favorite spot. Its like a little slice of paradise.
There is a waterfall, which has to be one of the most calming sounds in the world - and the view off this "cliff" is amazing. Not quite high enough to see the river, but you can see the shape of the gentle, winding valley it cuts through the hill country. I love it. Granted - it is an office park, and the "cliff" is a concrete area that falls off into several levels of drainage ditches created with local limestone, and the waterfall is man-made ... but come on, I live in Austin.
I like to go there to stretch a little, do a few pushups and crunches, and just soak in God' creation and thank Him for another day. So I'm laying on the cool concrete on my back, watching the low clouds whisk by on a breeze that is almost wind, and just enjoying being alive. Suddenly, a huge dark shape looms somewhere over my right shoulder. My first thought is "aw crap, someone is walking their dogs down here again." But when I look, I'm met with the most disturbing sight.
On the corner one of the pristine granite buildings is a pair of vultures. They are about 5 stories up, but close enough to see their bare and wrinkled heads. At first I think "Whoa, I hope they didn't think I was dead" ... but then I realize they probably had no idea I was even there, because they are ... um ... making more vultures.
I turn back to the view and try to regain my peaceful reverie ... but it just isn't going to happen. Luckily the run home was just long enough to keep that from being my last thought at the end of an otherwise great workout.