I usually go running at some ungodly hour in the middle of the night. The darkness is calming, the silence peaceful, and the lack of other people is a natural protection against the virus. Three stray dogs usually give me company while I run in circles (technically, squares) around the park. One of them is usually snoozing under the bushes and only lifts his head to acknowledge my panting presence every once in a while. The other two could be straight out of a romance novel running, jumping, toppling each other in and out of the sand pit. I like these dogs.
