Stepped into a bit of a southeaster this morning – woke the sweat, jasmine of summer, inner-city urine supper; reminded me of of how all the steps in the way I run now and will run in 11 days. Didn’t much notice the run. Too short to quick. My moon-shadow pointed to Venus, led the way; I let the endorphins play. Was that the last 8k, the run before the challenge? No … no … nope, want these sips while the sparkle still bubbles. Gotta feel I’m doing something.
Summer breeze
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