Foghorns, the mist, a Cape Town autumn morning will have to wait. Robyn needed sleep after a hard night with Emily so I got this instead. May my rest day today instead of tomorrow. Maybe run this evening. Lots of options. Lots of life. Lots of love....
Yep I was born for the early morn. Stars press down, closest of all you the Alpha of Centaurus. Long ago on a midnight mountain run, you looked double to me. Been drinking too much, I thought. Later I read you *are* two stars waltzing, and because of Proxima Centauri,...
Heavy rain woke me. Grit teeth, sleep to alarm. Sky clear clear, big smile. Venus & co not up yet – good chat with Alpha Centauri, my beacon since childhood. Cascading memories, flaring poems. Forgot to count the hill repeats. I know I did 6, hope I didn’t do 7. A...
… another thousand thoughts. With each step a cascade of well-being. What to write, what to say? Just this then: had coffee with Venus and co today, the moon was rather late. And from time to time I pushed my plop-flop running to a plap-flap; by the end it was...
Out on my rich streets. If I haven’t run a medal into my legs, I‘ve sure run joy into them. 0432 old car leaves trail of unburnt petrol. 0433 car lights go off, young lady gets out. She: Are you crazy?- Yes, are you?-I’ve been working-What work?-Waitress-*pause*-Bum...
