The Passenger

The morning pre dawn run takes on a new challenge on wet days. The first part is easy, in the domain of man, with passing cars, street lights and the smooth tarmac poses no threat other than a early morning zombie, unaware of the fast approaching pack.
Leaving the lights behind we hit the muddy wet trail, the darkness engulfs us and although my lights penetrate the darkness, their constant movement gives no surety to my vision. Deprived of a clear sky and sunrise, the reflected light from the clouds means the wet trail shines like a silver river, a river whose shine hides all but the deepest potholes from view.
Here my companions take the decisions, left or right, to them each pothole is a choice, to cross and catch a mouthful of raw, natural water or to avoid if the depth will slow our progress.
My role becomes passenger and long range navigator, each junction or trail switch is mine to command, but the ruts and potholes I leave to my pack.