Tarmac Meditations

Ran again today. A little longer. Stronger at the start and finish. made the turn at 13th and headed up past the Coliseum with its gun show and ski swap…(a biathlon kind of Sunday I guess). I had a small digestive issue, familiar to all long distance runners, which required a quick stop in the trees. I started up slowly, just to be sure of things. I notice that the clouds had separated  and that Orion was bright in the night sky. My friend M often points Orion out when we run the track and it is usually followed by  a wide arcing movement to the Dipper.  As did I  this morning. The last quarter moon was shadowed  with a misty ring of subtle color. I crossed the bridge behind the power station, heavy towers ghost like riders in the mist. There was heavy ground fog rising from the open fields behind the Fairgrounds, haloed lamp post lights in the distance, a  bright moon over head and dark grey clouds above the ridgeline to the south. The mist rising and clouds lowering left  a sightline to the top of the hills, bathed in moonlight, rising sentinel over the valley. I nodded to no one in particular and turned for home. Finished with a little old time miler’s stride and did the requisite push ups and crunches. Time to take some pictures, put unsettled feelings away and get on with my Sunday.