(random photos from the weekend)
This morning I went running in the first light of day, which I don't often do. I wasn't fully awake, and my limbs felt sluggish and disconnected from the rest of me. The cold made it uncomfortable to take really deep breaths. The skies were completely clear, allowing the sidewalks to be bathed in pale pink light and the dew on the grass appeared to be on the verge of frosting. Occasional bird chatter caught my ear. I remembered Martha’s calendar mentioning putting out winter bird feeders – that must be what I’m hearing, I thought, winter birds. I should find out what they are. I passed a woman who apologized for her dog refusing to get out of the middle of the sidewalk: “she’s trying to stage a chance encounter”.
Nearly every day, the same route; never two experiences the same.