When the Forest Calls: A Morning in Karura

There are some places you visit, and there are others that seem to welcome you. I arrived at Karura Forest at around 7:00 a.m. The city was still slowly waking up, but inside the forest, everything felt different. Quieter. Cooler. More alive. The moment I walked through the gate, I felt it. The forest was calling. The tall trees stood quietly around me, their branches reaching into the morning sky. The air carried a freshness that seemed to invite me deeper inside. For a moment, I forgot about the noise and movement of everyday life. I was simply there, surrounded by nature. After collecting my ticket, I began walking toward the starting point of my run. I wasn't in a hurry. I wanted to take in the surroundings before setting off. Then I started running. At first, I was conscious of every step. My shoes brushed and dragged lightly against the sandy path. My breathing gradually changed. My heart began to beat faster, slowly finding its rhythm. Step after step. Breath after breath. T...