3.1 miles
trestle turn around
52 degrees
wind gusts: 36 mph
Ran with Scott in the afternoon. Windy but warm. Wore shorts and a sweatshirt that I took off a mile in. Sunny. We talked about progressive things: insurance (Scott), glasses and degenerative diseases like progressive cone dystrophy (me).
10 Things
- still a few YELLOW leaves clinging to the trees
- a beautiful almost purple blue river
- soft brown trunks
- a whining leaf blower, disrupting everyone — runners, walkers, roller skiers, squirrels
- a twin mattress with a ripped cover next to a trash can
- another runner in dark tights (purple?) with a green shirt
- in the tunnel of trees the path was covered with leaves
- adjusting my cap, worried the wind would knock it off
- a navy blue glove propped on a branch
- the water-logged black stocking cap still on the post above the steps
I’m working on a section of my Haunts poem that plays with the idea of progress and challenges the belief that progress is always better and that our lives move in strictly linear ways. I’ve written about progress before, on 7 feb 2022.