1 and I have gone jogging the past two mornings-- spring fever. I've never been a jogger, never sustained the resolution more than a week or so. We don't go far or fast yet, and tomorrow morning's 6 a.m. temperature will be the real test.
But I know I'll do it, and here's why: On Monday morning as we turned west, the just-full moon hung huge and creamy over the city. It was stunning. This morning, it was perceptibly higher in the sky, full and alabaster. I can't wait to see it tomorrow morning, so I can note its new angle and color and see the curve of its waning side.
M- said tonight, "The moon is beautiful." So I will sleep and let the moon step over me, then I'll wake up and run after it.
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