Sunday morning, early, 5:40 am. Out the door.
Temperature: 78° F. Humidity? 1 zillion, and climbing. Visibility? Fair. Mist rises from the earth, still absorbing the 3 am deluge – one very large compost pile. It’s August in the Connecticut rainforest, and I run. This should be corrected, I used to run. Now I lean forward and move my feet hoping not to take a header. I’m 1/2 mile in, all exposed body parts glisten with a high sheen…and the rest are feelin’ Heavy. I flip my music player to Counting Crows and The Rain King. Yes, if you’ve followed along with me on this blog, this song and its reference would be a repeat. You get old, you repeat sh*t. That’s how it goes.
….When I think of heaven, (Deliver me in a black-winged bird) I think of flying…
I triple click the up volume arrow, Rain King is boomin’ into the earbuds. The tech gremlin pipes in a warning: “Sir, you can sustain ear damage at high volumes.” Honey, no worries, there’s ain’t nothing up there will be damaged.
I round the corner and approach a steep incline. You’re Usain Bolt. You’re a Kenyan. You’re in Rio. You’re amazing!
I take off. [Read more…]