Treated myself to a short, luscious little run in the pouring rain in the early daylight....my favorite. The yellow tree leaves are still clinging to the branches, piles of leaves bunched up under the trees. I love watching the rain fall into the puddles and the wet street. The temp dropped half way through, and the rain turned to hail and started to accumulate on my hood and in my dogs fur. I helped myself to the abundant purple Concord grapes dangling from the yellowing vines that no one harvested and an over ripe apple clinging to a branch on a tree near the cemetery. It was the perfect morning and the perfect breakfast. It reminded me of a run I took about 10 or 11 years ago in Oregon one summer. I had to go to Mt. Hood for a work thing and there was this 5 mile trail in a loop near the resort. Along the trail were tons of raspberry bushes. So while I ran along I picked and ate abut a hundred raspberries and I drank from a pristine spring coming straight down off Mt. Hood. I'll never forget the berries because they grew flat onto the flower pestle and would lay almost flat on my fingertips. I love the changing weather today, and am getting ready for winter. I am just in love with this melancholy day. Time to make soup.... | 