Each month, Runners World publishes a feature called Rave Run. It is always a photograph featuring one or two runners running through an idyllic terrain. And month after month, I want to jump in to the Rave Run photograph. I find myself envious of the beauty that some runners experience.

A few days ago, when I reversed course, I found myself suddenly enthralled by a curve in the road in the northern part of Central Park, that I rarely notice as anything other than a curve. It struck me as magnificent. Leaves that had turned the crisp yellows and burnt oranges of autumn had blown from trees and lined the road, flooding this unassuming curve with majestic brightness.

I couldn’t help but run faster and stronger, hearing the leaves crunch beneath my stride.

I found myself in my very own Rave Run.