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.
It Died & Took the Rock With It
That’s the kind of dying that takes rock with it. The kind with time hanging around its neck as a glinting, ticking, silver charm.
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.