Tuesday, September 20, 2011

don't kiss that dog you don't know where she has been

Too much book work causes this- a day mud walking around the loop trail.  A trail I really enjoy running.  Walking it is so strange and slow.  It lends it almost unrecognizable. A kid & puppy & mud so deep & rich I actually hurt my foot pulling it (minus my flip-flop) out.  

raccoon prints



Oh, but I know this spot.
Here is where I am no longer running 'from' something.
It is the turning point, the place I turn & head back down the long road home...
the place where I begin to run 'to' something.

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