Kind of Quiet
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Kind of Quiet

It’s the kind of quiet where rivers talk, but people don’t.

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Race Day
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Race Day

In early August, a week after returning from a hiking trip in Newfoundland, I did a 50K running race on the trails of Park City’s Mid Mountain. Here are a few thoughts from the day before.

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Rolling
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Rolling

The answer? I knew I would definitely mess it up. I would not be able to balance that chemical equation. But maybe I could find some bits of wisdom things in there, loosening the restrictions. Just hopefully no more loosening of the critical bits holding my foot to my leg.

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Two Lunches and a Puffin
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Two Lunches and a Puffin

I unwrapped the red and white checkered paper and took a bite; the puffin surfaced. I swallowed; the jellyfish floated. Cobbled rocks rolled down the beach with outgoing waves and they made a song without melody - percussion only. The soft kind of clatter that smoothes edges over years instead of days.

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