Wednesday, November 11, 2009

One day, I am going to run across a desert, along the coast of the sea, up mountains, beside a stream, through a forest, on sand, through sleet and hail and snow, along a rushing river, across plains, next to the side of a cliff, with lightning and thunder in the sky; one day I am going to run at midnight when it is just me and the stars, during the pre-dawn silence that anticipates the coming of a new day, at 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. and 4 a.m.; one day I am going to run next to an antelope, or a cheetah, or whatever I can keep up with. I want my feet to take me where nothing else ever could. They already have. But I am wanting more.