On the first lap, I looked to my left across the pond. The silhouettes of Oak and Juniper on the other side and the pink glow of late sunset were mirrored in the still water.
On the second lap, the pink glow was diminishing, and three ducks were swimming in the middle of the pond, sending out ripples in radiating circles around them.
On the third lap, there were turtle heads sticking out of the water, and there was a big splash of a jumping fish.
On the forth lap, the dim light of evening was descending, and I picked my way deliberately along the trail as I ran thru the deepening dusk in the woods.
There was no fifth lap.