Observations (in the raw)
I ran this morning on the treadmill. I haven't been on it for a while. It was nice to revisit that space. It was like an old friend. In all honesty, I haven't run much at all since the Bolder Boulder. I broke training in a big way, I suppose. But working on the steps has helped me keep a certain level of fitness, a form of strength training, if you will.
It's supposed to be hot all week. The day is starting that way. That's what drove me inside to run. There is that summer haze in the air. Familiar and yet, what causes a haze in the desert? Perhaps it is what's left over from the winds of the past few days. Fortunately, the heat has started later this year. I am trying to be more accepting overall, so I will try to be more accepting of the heat. Open yourself to see what it has to offer. If nothing else, perhaps a deeper appreciation of the cool.
Pat Greenwell is an artist. A painter and sometimes poet, he has been searching the New Mexico desert for several years now, looking for lost possibilities and probable intentions.
"...mostly stream-of-consciousness stuff, you know...