Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Window

There is a window of time, just after the day reaches its promised high, and just before the sun goes down completely and the temperature drops, that's the ideal running window. At least for me. At least in February.

There was a moment tonight, just a couple of strides, really, inside the park, where I thought I felt spring. There was a little sigh of air, or the smell of grass, or something, something that felt promising.

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