I have seen this road before
White, green leaves, wet in Spring rains,
Split wood, winter peace.
Lost my drivin’ wheel
Will know when I’m there.
so I stopped doin’ it that way.
Said the poet… hmmm
And the flats below.
Just because you can’t see something …
Haiku and photography as a journal of a runner’s journey into not running all the while finding both beauty and meaning in the day to day to day adventures of being alive.