2008-07-21 - 11:32 p.m.
anything can be settled for a few days, but not for longer.
the wind was like the exhale of an open oven, and the first drops of rain on the pines and hot pavement smelled like everything good about summer.
shoes in the dry grass, feet at the starting line. in weather like this, i used to start training.
i remember coming to the end of a long run, all flushed and winded, feet falling on concrete in a rhythm like flying.