The word of the day is fragrant. Wow, eveything smelled so good this morning. There is still cotton from the cottonwoods floating in the air. These are the most lovely mornings. Before this blog I never had anywhere to write how much I love being outside. It's my own little "I Sing the Body Electric" / "Walden". What's weird is that I never talk to people about running ever. This blog is the first time I have ever recorded this sacred little time I have each day to myself. It's the most important time for me, and yet is the least consequential of my day--and so soon forgotten once I'm back. |