Quite the feat … 173 consecutive mornings … 1,700,000 steps. I’d say that’s a groove … “As my feet pat the shoulder of the road, helicopters come whirling down from the red maples, illuminated against the street lamps. My mind lets go of the narration, I stop, and I watch, in silence. A warm gust of wind sends another troop of helicopters whirring down on me. Raining helicopters!”
172 mornings.
Today, 5:50 a.m., that’s 173.
Home to Cove Island Park, and back. Five mile loop.
Wallace Stegner (via Audible) has been keeping me company. The Spectactor Bird. Angle of Repose. Crossing to Safety. Remembering Laughter. All the Little Live Things.
And now, Stegner’s Recapitulation.
“Remembered habit created remembered reality. His needle ran in a groove.” (WS-R)
173 consecutive mornings. ~1,700,000 steps. I’d say that’s a groove.
As my feet pat the shoulder of the road, helicopters come whirling down from the red maples, illuminated against the street lamps. My mind lets go of the narration, I stop, and I watch, in silence. A warm gust of wind sends another troop of helicopters whirring down on me. Raining helicopters!
“That intense obsessed involvement, and then absence, silence.” (WS-R)
And then back to Stegner…and Recapitulation.
“Listen to those cottonwoods talking..Doesn’t that sound tell…
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