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Marathon

I’m experimenting with writing prompts…today’s was the word Marathon (don’t worry, I’m ok – it’s a gloomy reflection, not my present state).

 

caught in a storm on a slippery street, they pass me by faster, stronger, more determined.  they will cross the finish line, rewarded for perseverance, off to handling the next mundane or spectacular details of their stable lives, while I, again, fall behind…

the lazy one behind a stream of normalcy, the anxious one behind  high fives and warm blankets and congratulatory signs…the doubtful one behind everything and behind what i once thought could be my self.

in some primordial time i bought the t-shirt and was sent to Earth to run this marathon of mental servitude…therefore I can not quit the race.

 

Once Upon an Amtrak

On the Train to DC

You know by now how I love trains and planes and buses.  With a similar intensity but parallel fashion to how I love moving between spaces on my own two feet. I’m stoked right now to be on board the Amtrak, departing Richmond and destined to arrive in DC in 2 hrs 21 minutes. I’m ok if it takes longer. Continue reading Once Upon an Amtrak