Tuesday, January 24
January on the Edge of Nowhere
Just back in from a sublime dusk run here on the Edge. An easy, loping three-miler with Westley pulling at the leash for the first mile, the rosy sky drifting west over the snowy mountain tops, a midnight blue flowing in behind. Down to the creek about a mile west of us, stopping once to pull a fistfull of cockleburs from Westley's paws, the air colder down there in the draw. Badly Drawn Boy, acoustic Billy Bragg and a couple Flogging Molly tunes to keep the pace up. Both Dippers light up as darkness spreads, and Orion rises up off the high prairie. Nothing like a bit of exercise to put you in a good mood; well, I guess I don't know about you, but nothing like a good bit of exercise to put me in a good mood.
