Chickweed and Acorns
The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a fullsummer day-- * This week the sky has been almost unbearably blue. The house feels empty; the dog waits at the bottom of the stairs, whines for a walk. But it's just me who walks him, who helps him up the front stairs, who pats his head at the end of the day. Today, R. and I spent the day at Silver Falls State Park, my small legs straining to keep up with his long ones. In two weeks, I'll run my first in-person race in almost 18 months, and it will likely be the slowest half-marathon of my life. I've been listening to podcasts while I run, giving myself permission to run as slowly as I feel like, stopping to pet each street cat, admire each garden. * Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live...