Alone with the Stars
At quarter to five this morning,
under a canopy of winter stars,
in 27 degrees,
attacking the hills.
It is cold,
it is beautiful,
and this run will come back to me
in some summer race
against those who still slumber.
under a canopy of winter stars,
in 27 degrees,
attacking the hills.
It is cold,
it is beautiful,
and this run will come back to me
in some summer race
against those who still slumber.
1 Comments:
Beautiful. Thanks for the thoughtful thoughts.
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