Many Runners on the Promenade

Many runners on the promenade.

      It seemed like everyone was out on Saturday

            in light of what was forecast for Sunday.

      Alone or in groups and sometimes with dogs.

      Many different routes were chosen.

      Particularly bumping out in different places

            as we passed and repassed a social

            group of three.

      One of them very focused on precision,

speaking of very specific distances,

         like having 0.05 miles to go

and covering 3.52 miles.   

Multiple colors in the sky.

      We began in the pre-sunrise dark.

      We encountered a photographer on the edge

         of the inner harbor

         awaiting the perfect shot.

      We talked about seeing the deep pink rising in the sky

         with a patch of peach to the upper right

         amidst the clouds on the horizon as we left

         the inner harbor passing the Rusty Scupper.

      The sky had turned mostly gray with clouds

         by the time we were headed back to finish.

Varying levels of wind.

      For a while I thought there was little.

      But then we faced a moderately stiff wind

         as we ran due north.

      We hit that several times on the way back,

         but it was nowhere near the intensity

         of the two days before

and we just ran through

and I never wished for a wind breaker.

Many points of conversation.

      We touched on many positive topics as we started.

      But when our speed increased the conversation slowed.

Making sense of life.

      Us and the other runners.

      Experiencing variation

         and responding with adaptation

         in ways that apply generally.