Running does strange thing - after a while you forget that you are running, and that's the time buried thoughts float up to the surface like bubbles from a river bottom. And pop! came an image, of Prospect Park, Autumn 2007. D and I are sitting on a bench side by side eating apples and watching families strolling about. Next to me is a pile of books from the library.
That was a strange moment that I felt death around us, though at the time I couldn't name it. It was more like a thin haze or dust collecting and separating us from the rest of the crowd in the park. I wonder if that was a lingering note I sensed from what D had been touched by. I wonder what he was seeing, sitting on the bench in the chilly Autumn afternoon.
I get "pops." Mostly it comes while I am doing dishes, maybe that is the one time I am focused.
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