Wednesday, December 12, 2007
A long day, with no delay. Stupid winter solstice season. I arrived home at 3:30, which is about as early as I can without skipping out early, and decided not to rush out to get my run done before dark. I was tired, and wanted to recline for a bit with my eyes closed, and it was cold and windy outside. So warm and comfortable inside, and the sofa is so soft. Thinking quickly, I decided that the wind would ease up once it was dark out, and it might even warm up a bit. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Four hours later, it’s clear the wind has picked up significantly. I’m stretching to the Simpsons, accompanied by the howling of the wind and banging of the shutters. Maybe not shutters, but something is banging out there. There’s no moon out tonight, so the road is pretty dark, but the stars are out for what seems like the first time in a month. And it isn’t all that cold or windy either; I’m a bit too warm if anything. I feel good. My road runs generally east-west, and I live near the eastern end. On the run back I was facing eastward, directly toward Orion, still patrolling the mountains near the horizon, and was reminded of the meteor shower over the next 2-3 days, originating not to far from our intrepid bowman. So I ran for a mile and a half, in the dark, in the snow and ice, looking up at the sky. I was reminded of Roy Tuller’s HS yearbook quote (1976) “He who gazes at the stars is at the mercy of the puddles on the road.” So be it. I saw the first meteor after about 15 seconds. It was a fun run.
I felt good.
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