to the falls and back
Ran south again this morning. Beautiful! Above freezing! Only wore one shirt and a vest today. Trying out a new thing where I post 5 observations (see/hear/feel/smell).
At least 6 Observations on My Run
- (Heard) Kids having fun, yelling near the savanna.
- (Saw) Runner running below on the Winchell Trail near 42nd. Shuffling along, steadily climbing up the snowy path.
- (Heard) Booming roar of the rushing water at the falls, Low rumbling roar of a plane overhead, High-pitched, frantic roar of a car engine, speeding on the parkway.
- (Saw) The ancient boulder by the bench (mentioned yesterday) partly buried in snow.
- (Saw) A snowy view of the other side of the gorge through the bare trees.
- (Heard) A biker on the road spitting.
- (Saw) A small gray car almost running the stop sign at Godfrey and 46th.
- (Saw) A runner’s red quilted vest–not bright red.
- (Saw) The curve of the wrought iron fence below the path, bending around the ravine near 42nd.
- (Saw) Snow trapped in a small pothole on the path that’s been getting bigger ever year.
- (Heard) The slushy crunch of my feet striking the snow on the path.
- (Saw) A dropped glove–black, thick–on the edge of the sidewalk.
Felt good again today. Enjoyed running south to the falls and stopping to admire them for a few seconds. Almost forgot–encountered a runner I’ve been seeing a lot on the weekends. Usually I see him running much father north. Does he usually run this far or has he changed his route too because of the snow? Thought briefly about asking him how far he usually runs but didn’t. Will I see him again next weekend, shuffling along in his black sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt?
I don’t think I have posted this poem before although I know I have admired it.
Choices/ TESS GALLAGHER
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain