melt
thin films of water painting asphaltwith spring soundsklooksh! kloompsh! klunsh!me treading carefully across aroundastrideblack reflections on the groundand remnants of wintercrunching underfootglinsch! grensch! glansch!gritstones pebblestraction against icy slicknesssweesse! schweesh! swaasse!that linger in shadecast by naked limbsleaflessthawingmeltinginto puddlesbecoming wet toes – bardo I have reserved some space on this blog each…
Urban Creek Run Club
Sunday Runday, and the weather improved by about thirty degrees Celsius over last weekend. I’m not afraid of the cold, but since I couldn’t run with friends I’m not running alone in brutally freezing temps. This weekend we resumed our small band of cohort runners for the second real run…