Here in this place of unrelenting beauty and
quiet harsh uninhabited land, I begin running , a slow small bunch of steps,
over and over, so slow the dog can stroll by my side.
But no matter, because,
I'm yearning for it, somehow, so unexpected - the pleasure of pushing off... of
pushing against who knows what, as I count to myself , every four steps , no
other thought really. as I pass by the intermittent silver iced puddles and
feel the frozen dirt road beneath my feet and take note of the scat from
coyote, from small mammals, as an adolescent Eagle flies by overhead, as the
ribbon of road unfurls within my soul .
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