It was morning and it was dark. A light\nfog gripped the ground. I walked down the middle of a rural road\nbefore work. I wanted to set my mind right and walking as the light\ncomes always does that for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Actually I was more limping than\nwalking because of a slight calf strain the result of jogging on the\nbeach. I wanted to get back to running, which used to be a big part\nof my life, but my body wasn’t quite ready for it\u2014yet. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A bat flew across my path. Then\nanother. I love bats! The ocean roared dull to my left. I stepped\nover some purple coyote scat full of blackberry seeds. I passed a\nhouse with an unkempt yard and a man was smoking a cigarette on the\nporch. Headlights approached and I moved to the shoulder. A truck\nzoomed by.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Light began to leak through the sky. I\nthought about the tasks ahead I would complete later that day. I\nthought about how I need to slow down and appreciate the haiku\nmoments all around me. I thought about an extraordinary new person in\nmy life who wants me running again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I kept limping, trying to work out the\nstrain. I picked up some large rocks with both hands and raised them\nup and down as I moved. A road workout. It must have looked odd, but\nno one was around to witness the oddity. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More light. The dawn was arriving and\nwith it the promise of a new day in my new life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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