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Stairing

 

I’m not the only one stairin’ at the sun
Afraid of what you’d find if you took a look inside
Not just deaf and dumb I’m stairing at the sun
Not the only one who’s happy to go blind

Fight club



Strength: to fight to hold on, but also to let go.

Run, imagination, run

When the brain is functioning sub-par and the ink flow has stalled, my best remedy is a run. Stuck with writer’s block for a big story that’s due tomorrow morning, I decided I needed to, quite literally, let my imagination run.

With each step my head cleared up and thinking straightened out, much like the path I was trampling upon. Though it was dark my headlamp remained off, the way lit faintly only by the light pollution emanating from the buildings and homes on the southside. A glint of cat’s eyes here, a rustle in the bushes there. I wasn’t afraid. I know this path well and could run it (almost) blind. In the darkness, I think best. The lightbulb started to shine bright again in my brain.

Just over an hour later, I was home with the story straightened out in my mind. Fingers to keyboard, I typed away. (In the meantime, the Garmin data uploaded to Strava, and what do you know? Some of my fastest times along the route ever.)

Friday night lights

Brought a close to a busy week with 14k of solitude on the trails. Bliss. (Though got back in time to find little M sitting up in her cot calling for mama.)



Lunch

A quick out and back to Sha Lo Tung.

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