69 degrees / smoky
Keeping up the Saturday tradition of running the marshall loop. Got a later start so it was sunnier, with less shade. Listened to a iTunes playlist that I created a few years back–The Black Keys, Fall Out Boy, Billy Joel, ACDC, Pat Benatar, Jamirquai, and perfect timing for John Williams’ Theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark: running up the last stretch of the marshall hill, almost at the top.
Running over the lake street bridge to St. Paul, I watched a big bird–I think it was a turkey vulture–soaring high above the river. Running back over the lake street bridge to Minneapolis, I looked down at several shells. Rowers! Right below me, just crossing under the bridge heading south, was a single scull. The rower was wearing a bright orange shirt. Since they were facing me, I thought about waving, but then decided I was too high up and moving too fast.
Reaching the top of marshall, running by Black Coffee and Waffles, I could smell the waffles and their sweet bakery smell. I used to love waffles, piled high with whipped cream and chocolate. Now that much sugar gives me a headache. What a drag it is getting old.
There is still a lot of smoke in the air. It didn’t bother my breathing too much. Crossing the bridge, the smoke made everything hazy and the sky was almost white.
Sea Poem/ Alice Oswald
what is water in the eyes of water
loose inquisitive fragile anxious
a wave, a winged form
splitting up into sharp glances
what is the sound of water
after the rain stops you can hear the sea
washing rid of the world’s increasing complexity,
making it perfect again out of perfect sand
oscillation endlessly shaken
into an entirely new structure
what is the depth of water
from which time has been rooted out
the depth is the strength of water
it can break glass or sink steel
treading drowners inwards down
what does it taste of
water deep in it sown world
steep shafts warm streams
coal salt cod weed
dispersed outflows and flytipping
and the sun and its reflexion
throwing two shadows
what is the beauty of water
sky is its beauty