The zoo is always open. Until it isn’t.
I have no choice but to leave what is done behind and make the best of what is here for me to do. And like I used to do in the middle of long runs, suddenly, inexplicably to me, sometimes I cry.
Getting off the Facebook chatter highway is related to many things, not the least of which was my growing sense of wasting my time in useless political debate for my own personal satisfaction. The issues we face as a nation are too big for a Trump-like aggrandizement of self.
Another way of saying this is that i made an image of something that I saw that wasn’t actually there at the precise moment that I was inclined to make the image.
Here I was, home in one piece, “fired up and ready to go,” as my former President used to say. I took a picture of the moon and headed inside.
Running before daylight has always been my chosen cathedral. Time to eat right, work hard, run and pray. Oh yeah, also a good time to be grateful for the miracle of second chances .
Enough outa me today. I have run, written, eaten and I am about to shower – a very good day. The streets of the world are filled with people who believe that the world is what we make of it and that now is our time to make it a better place for all of us and all of those who are comin’ down the road.
I will need to to be my best self going forward. I came home 16 years ago, to America. I didn’t know it then but these days will be the reason I came home, to be a citizen, to do my part. I am an American-born son and what happens here matters to me.
With any luck at all, one day soon I hope to be able to shoot sports in the back country, to find the high places where the runners go.
I had forgotten to put on my glasses – the stars appeared to be surrounded each individually by pinwheels like wheels “a rollin’ way in the middle of the air.” I stopped, looked up in surprising wonder and bid goodbye to the migraine and welcome to what might be a better day.