Between My Ears
It was a quiet sort of a morning, for a Friday. The commute traffic headed for I-680 had yet to clog up First Street, so I didn't need to punch the pedestrian signal before crossing over from Angela. Angela is a bit less than a mile from where I live, so when I arrived there I wasn't warmed up yet. In fact, I felt like I might never warm up. This is it, kiddo, said the voice between my ears. You swam hard (for you) yesterday for 31.5 minutes, so today you are toast. I continued to jog for four minutes / run for one, four / one, four / one, etcetera, etcetera. The air was perfect--I asked the birds about that and they concurred. I crossed Main and four / one'd over to the racetrack. I was early enough to see some of the beauties warming up (yes, I was envious of their warmth and also of their grace). One particular horse, a gray so dark he was almost black, filled me with joy. Nice to feel something so uncomplicated arising between my ears and tumbling on down into my he