4.4 miles
minnehaha falls and back
33 degrees
Overcast, a bit blustery. Everything muted: burnt orange, not yellow but yellowed, brown, gray. A few clumps of snow scattered on the grass. Kids laughing and yelling on the school playground. Water trickling at the falls. I remember looking down at the river, but I don’t remember what I saw. I know it was clear and probably steel blue. Did I see any ripples from the wind?
At the start of my run, the sky glowed a pale yellow — the sun trying to break through the clouds. A strange light, reminding more of a sunrise or sunset than late morning.
Noticed the faintest trace of my shadow running ahead of me. Because the sun was still behind the clouds, it was dim, almost more the idea of my shadow than an actual one.
Listened to the gorge running south, Beyoncé running north.
My kneecap shifted a little, but I didn’t panic or feel any pain during, or swelling afterwards.
No fat tires or roller skiers or Mr. Walker or Mr. Morning! or Dave, the Daily Walker. I did pass a very tall runner in a red jacket near the end of my run.
Anything else? The creek was mostly frozen, but I could hear some drips and dribbles dropping down from the limestone ledge.
Today for my gray, I’m thinking about gray or grey dreams:
Little Grey Dreams/ Angelina Weld Grimké – 1880-1958
Little grey dreams,
I sit at the ocean’s edge,
At the grey ocean’s edge,
With you in my lap.
I launch you, one by one,
And one by one,
Little grey dreams,
Under the grey, grey, clouds,
Out on the grey, grey, sea,
You go sailing away,
From my empty lap,
Little grey dreams.
Sailing! Sailing!
Into the black,
At the horizon’s edge.