May 31, 2004

  • 7+ miles more ran today, 22 in the last three days.  What’s the aftermath?  I’m not tired, not sore.  Actually, feeling rather relaxed, refreshed, and calm.  I stretch out and lean my head against the base of a granite obelisk commemorating the death of 3 post-civil war siblings, close my eyes, and soak up intermittent sun.  Dimming, they say.  Our take on the sun is a’dimming.  So maybe I’m overcompensating by spending so much time outdoors under it.  Perhaps I’m just a solar junkie allowing the sun to get me drunk with a beer as my witness.  As I sink into the trance of irradiating rays, I find myself mind-melded, oddly enough, with Napoleon.  What a strange little bird he.  Ah, but what a sense of command!  And just as I'm starting to make his acquaintance, Zzzz-i-p: there goes Napolean as bizarrely back to the blue as howfrom he stumbled in.  I sip more of the sun and trance-out again and become subtlelized into an interrogatory alternate reality where incorporate scouts sailing upon incoming photons query me concerning my involvement with humanity.  But a 40 mile-per-hour gust of wind whips up and nearly steals the laptop off my lap and thereby summons me back to terrestrial concerns.  There’s a windstorm now so I unbatten my aesthetic hatches and let it rush over and over and over me.  With eyes closed once again, still sipping sun,  I synthesize the rush of wind, the leaf-howl of wind-whipped nearby trees, and a forgetfulness for anything more than a moment old into a swirling synesthesia that affords me a perfect sense of place and a total sense of ease.


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