Thursday, September 19, 2013

Mid-week Long Run. Fifty Minutes. Barber Park Trail.

I spend a lot of time thinking about the rain.  Look how low the river runs.  Maybe it’s the farmer in me, but I fear we’ll never make it another summer. Golden and sun-kissed grasses aren't as romantic as they seem.  In December it will rain; Seattle will see to that.  I don’t need an almanac or meteorological estimations.   It will rain because that’s the way it works.  Always here and never there, creating envy amongst the masses.

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