Fri, May 18, 2012wind spring
I wish you could have felt the wind. The wind was fierce and loud and I couldn't even hear the podcast blaring in my ears. The further along the trail I walked the deeper into the wind I got. There were mini dust clouds coming towards me. I turned away, covered my eyes and stepped aside. The two joggers behind me said "OH!" The birds lined up on the edge of the trail taking turns flying off into the wind, except they didn't get far, the wind carried them back and they fought to fly forward, the wind fought just as hard and it seemed as if they were treading air. But it was a game for them. They were having fun. After a few seconds they would drop down, land, get in line, and do it again.
The walkers and bicyclist that were just coming onto the trail had no idea what they heading towards.I felt like I should warn them. I felt like I had been in some little mini tornado, not that I would know what that is like. I felt like I should have gotten some kind of badge for braving the elements. After four miles my arms were wind burned. I was grimy. It was hell. And it was better than staring into a computer screen and I would do it again. And the best part was, when you walk in the wind there is no sweat involved. I hate sweat.
that wasn't me
I have been loving this song lately and writing words and forming sentences that I don't know the meanings of. It feels good.
It feels great.
viggo says
Book Soup, Los Angeles
I fell in love with this book. And now it's on my Amazon wish list with about a hundred other books. That list it keeps getting longer and longer and when I think about all that there is to read and all that I have to read I am reminded of this quote:
"I’m not afraid of death,” he said, wiping down a counter with a damp cloth, “but I resent it. I think it’s unfair and irritating. Every time I see something beautiful, I not only want to return to it, but it makes me want to see other beautiful things. I know I’m not going to get to all the places I want to go. I’m not going to read all the books I want to read. I’m not going to revisit certain paintings as many times as I would like. There’s a limit.” He paused. “I mean, I understand limits are good for character and all that, but I would rather live forever."
