
There she is. 7:30 am, December 28, 2022. She’s the middle aged runner that I mentioned in prior posts, a runner who runs every day, every day at least since I’ve been out on these morning walks, and again this morning, 1026 consecutive (almost) mornings, like in a row.
It was a mild December morning, 32° F, but, oh, that sunrise, and oh the photos on that glorious day. I happened to be in the right spot at the right time to get a shot of her coming and going.
I want to use a ‘Lori word’ to describe her, diminutive. I had to look it up. But anyone who runs with the persistence that she does, is anything but diminutive. Driving rain, biting cold, humid August mornings, she’s running. Continue reading “Walking. On Sunday Morning.”


