Sipping a latte, eating a breakfast croissant, reading "The Art of Running in the Rain", I occupy an hour or so all the while thinking. Lifting the napkin on the table is a good break, cause now things show hope.
Heck with this, I head out to Edinburg Gap and run something, and that's what I do. The small rocky mtn. trail is quiet only with it's beauty and running out here is no problem. Down below I head towards a lake and there are geese fishing and flying. Back up the mtn. again and I covered at least ten miles. Feels good to sweat, and pump the flow of blood. This may not be the dream...but it's living.
Ahhh, and what a way to live! What a way!
ReplyDeleteBesides, I hear dreams are renewable.