4.15 miles
franklin loop
34 degrees / humidity: 82%
Another run with Scott. As we ran north we talked about jazz band and soloing and COVID and how some people are still isolating and how it’s never going away but we’re learning to be out in the world again. Then I talked about muddy trails and no snow and Scott imagined possibilities for his new projects, including an arrangement of Porkpie Hat.
10 Things
- slippery mud — almost fell!
- crossing the franklin bridge, the water looked like dark glass
- the shore was glowing white
- the edges of the water were gray and icy and looked cold
- crossing the lake street bridge, the water was dark gray with small waves
- also on the lake street bridge: a sandbar that stretched out from the bridge footing
- most of the lamps on the bridge were lit, only a few had been stripped of their wires
- no eagle on the dead tree limb near the bridge
- the sky was gray and gloomy, the tree line was a soft, pleasing brown
- spotted: a small white strip of something on the trail. Was it a ruler? I couldn’t quite tell