Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Wet July Run

Overcast morning.
5:30 am.
Quiet.
A light mist falls.
The ferns and milkweed smell sweet in the thick air.
The towhee calls, and the goldfinch and sparrows twitter.
Squish through the mud and puddles.
Mist turns to rain.
Soaked.

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