4.4 miles
minnehaha falls and back
26 degrees / feels like 6
wind: 32 mph gusts
Windy today. As I sit at my desk writing this, I can hear the wind howling through the gaps in our screen/glass door. Ran south again to the falls. Felt tired and sluggish. Stopped a few times to walk. Listened to the wind, rustling leaves, scattered voices, cars as I headed south, my “It’s Windy” playlist on the way back north.
10 Things
- a brittle brown leaf swirling and rushing ahead of me on the sidewalk
- the trail was stained a grayish white with salt
- a fat bike, its rider wearing a BRIGHT yellow jacket
- a non-fat bike, its rider bent low against the wind
- a section of the wooden fence is missing a slat and is leaning back toward the oak savanna
- the lone black glove that was on the path yesterday has been moved off to the side, on top of the piled snow
- 3 or 4 people by the green gate blocking the steps down to the falls, one of them already on the other side (the inside) of it, the others poised to do the same
- the sharp bark of a dog down near the falls
- a person standing in front of the railing by the creek, posing, another person behind a camera on a tripod
- a few thin splotches of ice on the concrete railing above the creek, mostly looking dull until the sun hit it, then shiny
I don’t remember thinking about much as I ran or noticing the river or hearing any birds. Not the easiest run, but I’m glad I got out there.
Yesterday afternoon, I discovered that Anne Carson gave a lecture titled, “On Hesitation.”