Let’s make it 1,474 consecutive (almost) days on this Cove Island Park walk this morning. Like in a row.
For those of you who have followed this blog (and by some miracle of all miracles, you are still here) — and you’ve labored through the journeys in self-doubt, sugar consumption, electronic gadget addiction, and a pile of other habitual derailments, I feel that I had achieved an important milestone this morning. Like BIG.
And I walk.
It’s a beautiful morning. From twilight to sunrise, a magnificent morning. (You can see my shots here.)
I’m rounding the final turn and I see Cara (a Cove Island Park runner). She’s down along the shoreline. She sees me and calls out:
CD: “How much do you think it weighs?”
DK: “75 to 100 lbs wet would be my guess.”
CD: “Want to help me move it out of the way?” (To get unblemished shots for her Instagram posts.)
DK: “No.”
CD: “No?”
DK: (I pause before responding and replace “absolutely not” with a curt reply.) “No.”
CD: Really?
DK: (I stand. She gives up.)
She begins tip-toeing between the rocks, most covered in algae, and treacherous.
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