I’ve been running at dusk, into the fading light - chasing it. And the impossibility of the task, of running down the day into the night, is where I feel alive. No small feat in this mass of pandemic time. On the way home, I can’t make out the rocks on the recently graded dirt road, but by moonlight in these mountains, I make my way home. I don’t need to see where I’m going - at least that is what I tell myself.
Keep running into the fading light... keep writing ... your heartfelt words are powerful... I too like to walk in the dark, by the light of the moon or in the pitch black ..
Happy New Year Alice! I hope you're recovering and keeping well in the Ozarks. Thank you for all your reporting, for sharing your creativity and shining a light.
Keep running into the fading light... keep writing ... your heartfelt words are powerful... I too like to walk in the dark, by the light of the moon or in the pitch black ..
Happy New Year Alice! I hope you're recovering and keeping well in the Ozarks. Thank you for all your reporting, for sharing your creativity and shining a light.