Saturday, April 5, 2008

First Run of Spring

I went on my first run on the spring. There were moments when it sucked, there were moments when it was enlightening. I lost track of time, lost track of such sordid substances as immediate or concrete thought. Everything flows. The heart beat, the breath, the lungs, the pump, he sky, the water, your legs. The birds. Sounds of an airplane passing over head. Finding shade in the side of a building and being amazed at soft vision.