The wind smelled of October. The leaves screamed of it as they fell to the grass, which was now limping and soft and tired. In the backdrop of soon-bare trees, a round blue canvas enveloped everything, streaks of white puffs speckled here and there. [Read more…] about An Autumn Ode
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The Long Run
At about Mile 8.5 or so, a boy who appeared to be no older than 10 said, “You know why I like hills? Because they make you stronger.”
It wasn’t clear if anyone else could hear him say this. He ran up the hill as the sun reflected off his neon-yellow shirt, which matched that of the father figure running alongside him, the one with whom he’d apparently been speaking. And he spoke with a voice that did not so much as tremble or give any hint that it had endured more than eight miles of steady jogging.