Ruminations

Two and a half weeks till I head back to Indiana for most of the summer. Perhaps the warm bread, salad and lamb chops settling into my stomach is reminding me of home? Probably not. Isma is in Granada this weekend with his cousin, setting up a sound system for a tiny church. And I am here, thinking that I should go run to be able to participate with my family in the Coldwater Fourth of July 5K without keeling over. Better let that lunch digest first. I've been enjoying training for the run, increasing the amount I jog slowly but surely, trying to fit it in before work or after the heat of the day wanes. Running after work at 5 pm in 90 degree heat doesn't really work for me. One morning I woke up at 6 to go before work. Roll out of bed, pull on some shorts and a t-shirt, stretch, put on some sneakers, step outside...brrrr!!! Through the park, past the young man with his dog, over to the highway, past the horse. HORSE? Never seen it before, never seen it again. My theory is that the gypsies put it there to graze, being so early in the morning and a little remote that no one would be bothered. It's been cool here, so I've been able to do some midday jogs this week. Strange, and though I welcome the cool weather, I would not mind the sun peeking out. Cloudy skies make cloudy faces, and it's time to see some light.