The stairs

As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, the wind starts to blow, and the fog disappears.
In front of me is the staircase which reminds me of thousands of memories. Before I started trail running, I used to visit to the forest on two wheels, I biked down so many times next to these stairs, using the breaks carefully. Later I changed biking to running, but the scene remained the same. Some days I run up here ten times, just for fun, or following my coach’s instructions. I visited this place in the winter when the rail was covered with ice, in the autumn, when the stairs were under leaves, and, of course in summer evenings hoping to have some wind to cool me on the top.
Tis how “The stairs” look like now.