us bank stadium
Scott and I ran inside the stadium for the first time this season. The Minnesota Distance Running Association no longer manages it so it was a little more expensive and lot more fiddly–purchasing tickets, taking 2 separate elevators. I strongly dislike elevators. Maybe because of the change or the increase in price, there weren’t that many people there. We had a nice run. Not sure how many times I’ll do it this season but it’s always cool to get to run inside the stadium, especially in the evening. Not much I remember about the run except the music: every song sounded like Selena Gomez…excerpt the brief respite when they played Lizzo.
Instead, there is an hour, a moment,
a slight fading of the light like a loss of power
in the neighborhood. Then it’s dark. You can’t see
the trees any more, the old snow, the dog that barks
from the door of his shed because it’s night now
and time to be fed. Is he huddled now, over his paws?
—And one Canada goose so low in passing
above the barn you still hear the shadow.
This weekend I heard a lot of geese over head. Too high in the sky to hear their shadows passing, but I did hear their honks. Such beautiful, haunting sounds! This season, my favorite. I really like this poem and what it captures. and how it de-privileges vision–hearing the dog bark, the shadow of the goose, feeling (when unable to see) the tree, the old snow.