5K
dogwood loop (marshall)*
69 degrees
9:00 am
*43rd ave, north/31st, east/up to lake street bridge/marshall hill/cretin/river road/lake street to dogwood
Ran with Scott this morning. Ended at Dogwood Coffee. Didn’t notice as much becasue we were talking the whole time. Can I remember 10 things? I’ll try.
10 Things I Noticed
- the river: blue, empty except for a few glittering spots
- road work just the end of the lake/marshall bridge: the beep beep beep of a truck backing up and the clunk of some big machine pounding the pavement
- graffitti on the backs of some signs — where was that? I can’t recall — probably on marshall
- passing a man with a tight hold on the leash of a big dog — he stepped onto the grass to let us pass
- a runner who ran in the grass as he approached us
- a car in a driveway waiting for a break in the traffic
- a little kid on a scooter, about to cross the street with an adult
- no one near Black Coffee
- stepping into the street to avoid a sprinkler
- hot sun but cool shade
Wow, that was difficult. It took a few minutes to come up with this list of 10!
A few weeks ago, I mentioned collective nouns in my class. Here’s a great poem I just found with some collective nouns for humans:
Collective Nouns for Humans in the Wild/ Kathy Fish
A group of grandmothers is a tapestry. A group of toddlers, a jubilance (see also: a bewailing). A group of librarians is an enlightenment. A group of visual artists is a bioluminescence. A group of short story writers is a Flannery. A group of musicians is — a band.
A resplendence of poets.
A beacon of scientists.
A raft of social workers.
A group of first responders is a valiance. A group of peaceful protestors is a dream. A group of special education teachers is a transcendence. A group of neonatal ICU nurses is a divinity. A group of hospice workers, a grace.
Humans in the wild, gathered and feeling good, previously an exhilaration, now: a target.
A target of concert-goers.
A target of movie-goers.
A target of dancers.
A group of schoolchildren is a target.