Running Towards Something
Running is rarely an escape for me. But these days it is the best of escapes. Pounding feet on pavement provide a complement to the pounding heart and rhythmic music, and provide some solace from the self-doubt that creeps through my mind at the most inopportune times.
Today it was snowing, a gentle type of snow that lays heavily on every leaf and blade of grass. I told myself I wasn’t going to make any pictures today. But it was a lie. I made two.
I’m a sucker for atmosphere, and a sucker for patterns that are only found along the roadside. There is something rather quieting in the experience of just looking out over the landscape or looking down at objects that seemed designed by an unseen force.
So these days I’m running. Running to escape, and running towards something new.