After a slow start, and a slow run up the hill, the body said, Alright, enough nonsense, let’s go. And so off we ran, pushing beyond the comfortable limit of breath, and then beyond again and again, finding exhilaration at each new level, never once needing to open the mouth. See? You thought you had forgotten.
Forty-seven degrees. Stars and clouds. The cool, rainy weather continues.
I’ve been wearing them long enough to know that for running, I definitely prefer the seven-millimeter sandals. The nine-millimeter pair is nice for hiking. They feel plush, almost extravagant, in comparison. But they have served well on trail and in stream, caked with debris and mud and then drenched in melted snow. They clean up well and dry quickly, too, which is good, because I also wear them around town.
None of this is important — isn’t that beautiful? It’s just another turn in the dance. I see you looking over your shoulder from the other side of the room; the room is the sky, the distance a galaxy or two. Time is in the oven, and will never be done. Hello, love. Your little boy’s home.
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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet
Tags: Breath, Clouds, Dance, Distance, Earth Runners, Exercise, Hiking, Little Children, Love, Memory, Mind and Body, Mud, Rain, Running, Sandals, Simplicity, Snow, Stars, Water
William Michaelian 
Very beautiful. Your words are carefully chosen gems
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Thank you. To me it feels they chose themselves.
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Nichts davon ist wichtig – ein gelungener Gedanke. Vieles ist sowieso nur für den Moment gemacht. Und wie man den lebt, liegt sowieso an uns selbst. Dieser Satz wird erst ab gewissem Alter so richtig bewusst aufgenommen. Junge Menschen denken da noch nicht so weit, was auch gut ist….
Herzliche Grüße in einen guten Monat Mai….
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May will be beautiful, I know. It already is. Thank you, Edith. You always make good sense. I’m grateful.
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