Running has become a habit. Every Sunday I dress in tights and lace my running shoes, and run the same ten kilometers. It starts by following the shore where I can watch the seasons change, how ice gives way to water, and how the trees dress up in green. I run in sun and rain, I run in winter and in spring and I have taught myself not to care if people pass me by listening to podcasts while jogging along. I take my time, and leave the shore for the woods. About halfway I meet my wife who runs the same track in the opposite direction. Sometimes I wonder if I could have learned to love sports if I had been taught how peaceful it can be. How my thoughts can wander wild while I dash for home. How I missed it after surgery.
even the oaks
heaving under heavy boughs —
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June 12, 2017