December 29, 2002

  • All my winter running around the very hilly Lakeview cemetery is serving me well in the physical toning it imparted as I now scamper and jog about the equally hilly Panamanian countryside.  And my graphic recall of the twilight tranquility that froze into my mind while coursing about the doom of death’s monuments now provides me with a soothing counteractive mindset while scorching under an emboldening yet potentially incinerating tropical sun.


     


    Ice and fire, fire and ice. 
    Good measures of each enrich our lives,
    yet at extremes, both death entice.


     

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