Yesterday was strange:
After a super shitty day at work I went for a run on a trail that I had never been down before. It went up over the side of a small mt. At the top I cold see forever...out over the atlantic to one side and back to the west more hills, valleys, mts, and hte sun slowly setting. I sat at the top for a half an hour thinking about how beautiful it was...Then when I got home there was a small deer in my back yard, just chilling out. She looked up at me and wnet back to eating...I guess I wasn't considered threatening enough to be concerned about. Still the reddish brown of her coat agaist the green of the lawn was...striking....Then I hear that Johnny has died...my personal music GOD...the baddest man on the planet...the man in black...gone?...shit...that just doesn't add up...
After a super shitty day at work I went for a run on a trail that I had never been down before. It went up over the side of a small mt. At the top I cold see forever...out over the atlantic to one side and back to the west more hills, valleys, mts, and hte sun slowly setting. I sat at the top for a half an hour thinking about how beautiful it was...Then when I got home there was a small deer in my back yard, just chilling out. She looked up at me and wnet back to eating...I guess I wasn't considered threatening enough to be concerned about. Still the reddish brown of her coat agaist the green of the lawn was...striking....Then I hear that Johnny has died...my personal music GOD...the baddest man on the planet...the man in black...gone?...shit...that just doesn't add up...
I know it's a bit more than cliche, but doesn't running up to the top of a hill looking down everything seem small and make a little more sense?