4 miles
wabun park and back
64 degrees
Warm again this morning. More fall colors — mostly golds with a few hints of red. Recited “Spring and Fall” a few times, but didn’t think about it much. I might memorize a few fall poems for October.
10 Things I Noticed
- The river glowing through the trees
- A kid’s cry coming from somewhere
- Several loud rustling sounds in the dry underbrush
- Two or three wild turkeys near the start of the Winchell Trail, on the other side of the chain link fence. I’ve never encountered them here before!
- The curve of a log, serving as a bench at the frisbee golf course in Wabun Park
- A loud chirping sound that might have been a bird or a squirrel
- The flailing arms of an approaching runner
- High in the sky, the moon, faintly glowing
- The new (is it new?) fence surrounding one side of the bottom of the ford bridge near Locks and Dam #1
- A few regulars: the older man (mid 60s, white hair) runner whose fast and friendly and the walker with shoulder length blonde hair
A solid run that improved my mood.
Here’s my approximate/almost/not quite poem of the day:
When Night is almost done – / Emily Dickinson
When Night is almost done –
And Sunrise grows so near
That We can touch the Spaces –
It’s time to smooth the Hair –
And get the Dimples ready –
And wonder We could care
For that Old – faded Midnight –
That frightened – but an Hour –