Tuesday 3.23: Smooth

In in the immortal words of Rob Thomas: “Man, it is a hot one.” Short entry this week, as I’ve been busy working on a few things, most of which are administrative and uninteresting. I’m still getting back into the swing of respectable running, which is hard when, as mentioned, it is a hot one, man, and you’ve taken to eating hot dogs for lunch with greater regularity than you’d like to admit, plus you still have to wear a stupid mask, &c.

I did manage to get through a virtual/charity 10K last night, but it certainly wasn’t pretty, and I’m bowing out of the Thousand Island 10K for ‘rona reasons, which, like so many things these days, is disappointing, but ultimately the right choice.

I’ll still be on vacation next week, though, so Tuesday will be back on August 25.

In any case, I would like to pass along this new poem, from a series that I hope I can share more about in the coming months.

Stay cool out there everybody.

NOTES FROM A HEAT WAVE

You are broken or missing

in a hallway whose doors are all closed.

You are royalties and profits

received in exile, strafed by sea water.

You are the perfect minerals

in a shallow and restless sleep.

You are a clean taste

in the hot and silent street.

You are so easy

in so many ways.

You are the shuddering weakness

in a difficult stretch.

You are a skinny wind

in a disused area.

You are a form acknowledging risk.