2.1 miles
river road, north/dorman/loons coffee
37 degrees / humidity: 90%
Ran with Scott up the river road and over to a coffee place. The air was so thick with moisture, which made it harder to breathe. Otherwise a good run. We talked about The Muppet Movie, which we watched last night, and how it didn’t dumb down (or try to purify) the characters or their relationships. Then I rambled on for a few minutes about what a rich, messy character Miss Piggy was and how there was such a variety of representations of love within the movie.
10+ Things
- encountered and greeted a woman in a bright red jacket, almost the same color as Scott’s
- passed a woman in a blue jacket — she’s a Regular that I should name. I see her often. The thing I remember most is that she’s always wearing a long skirt or dress. In the winter, she also wears a ski jacket and tights, in the summer just the dress. I’m not sure what to call her — all dressed up?
- near the tunnel of trees the river is still white
- everyone else the river is open — a deep dark gray
- heard some cardinals, at least one black-capped chickadee
- the ghost bike — June’s bike — at the trestle was wreathed in dried flowers
- the ravine, between the 35th and 36th street parking lots had an open view and was only half covered in snow
- 4 stones stacked on the ancient boulder
- bright orange striped barrel blocking the way down the old stone steps
- a lone black glove, looking forlorn on the biking path
- a SUV honking unnecessarily and repeatedly at a pedestrian near Minnehaha Academy
Here’s a poem I don’t want to forget by Jane Hirshfield:
To Opinion: An Assay/ Jane Hirshfield
Many capacities have been thought to define the human— yet finches and wasps use tools; speech comes into this world in many forms. Perhaps it is you, Opinion.
Though I cannot know for certain,
I doubt the singing dolphins have opinions.
This thought of course, is you.
A mosquito’s estimation of her meal, however subtle,
is not an opinion. That’s my opinion, too.
To think about you is to step into
your arms? a thicket? pitfall?
When you come rising strongly in me, I feel myself grow separate
and more lonely.
Even when others share you, this is so.
Darwin said no fact or description that fails to support an argument can serve.
Myoe wrote: Bright, bright, bright, bright, the moon.
Last night there were whole minutes when you released me.
Ocean ocean ocean was the sound the sand made of the moonlit waves
breaking on it.
I felt no argument with any part of my life.
Not even with you, Opinion, who drifted in salt waters with the bullwhip kelp
and phosphorescent plankton,
nibbling my legs and ribcage to remind me where Others end and I begin.
Good joke, I agreed with you, companion Opinion.