8/10/20

Quicker than ten miles a minute this morning.  I woke hungry, and like a bold blaze of careless and composition.

Running in 30 minutes.  Will force 5+ miles out of myself.  Start slow, I remind myself.  Forget pace, that comes later…. You’re rebuilding and re-writing your running rile.  Telling self, telling self…

A 365-day poem, playing with the idea.  Playing with the morning, the possibilities encouraging and daunting int heir love.  I feel overwhelmed this morning by all he graciousness of the day, the gifts in each scene.

Writing students, semester a week away.  More than rising above reality.  Dashing further into its sonics.