this blog is my boat, these words are my oars, and there’s a storm in the distance that will take them all apart. i will be fine. if i can’t find a piece of a word to hold me up, and in truth that’s asking a lot of some vowels and consonants – not their job, after all – i will float on my back, face against the rain. it won’t last forever. the boat may sink, but that has nothing to do with me. i am free. gone with the rain.
I’ve seen what’s to come—
it is the days,
the steady pounding of days,
like gentle rain,
that will be our undoing.
— John Philip Johnson, from “There Have Come Soft Rains,” Rattle (No. 45)
5:30am. Christmas Day. 2014.
A Charcoal black morning with low hanging fog. 52° F and drizzling. Christmas Day or Halloween?
A graceful leaning pushes me out the door early. I haven’t run outside in over a month. Divinity? Metaphysics? Hang-belly?
Traffic in the distance is muffled by a rain-soaked I-95. Where is everyone going?
You are strangely at Peace running in the Dark. With the Rocks. With the Potholes. Don’t you see it forces you to slow down? To pay attention with each step? In Daylight, You Rush. You don’t See. You don’t Feel.
A chill in the air…Outrunning the weather one more day…I cherish the feeling of my downtime…A moment to laugh my tears away…I like the rain but only sometimes…Living my life just a little too crazy…Could be wrong, but I don’t know…Taking the wonder out of maybe…Smelling the flowers as I go…
- SMWI* = Saturday morning workout inspiration.
- For more background on Totoro and the Japanese animation film, connect here and here. “Totoro is a giant, friendly forest spirit. He spends most of his time sleeping in a hole in a tree. He doesn’t speak, instead communicating by loud bellows.” (My family would concur with this description of me excluding friendly spirit part.)
- Image Source: Implicit-egotist