Today, there’s no reason to wax philosophical about why we exist. I know why. To take breaths on a day like today is pure pleasure. The sky is a clear, pale blue with cumulus clouds stacked up only around the edges. Plants are growing at an astonishing pace; I think our new brandywine tomato plant waiting to go into the garden has gotten six inches taller since Sunday. Walking to the grocery store at 10:30 last night, I felt just as lucky: light rain, bursting plant smells, knowledge that coffee ice cream was just around the corner.
4/25 Update: And the day just got better. I run because it’s the only thing I’ve found that keeps me in great shape and keeps off the weight I’d necessarily gain from the coffee ice cream. But, yesterday, when I ran, most of my thoughts sounded like this: “Wow, this is a great running trail.” “The temperature is perfect.” “I feel strong.” “I love trail running.” The bigleaf maples, vine maples, and hazelnuts all leafed into the same bright, spring green, and, every once in a while, I’d get a Christmas-y waft (from true firs? Spruce?). It’s difficult not to sound sickeningly sweet and overly poetic on a day like yesterday.
What an adorable young man under that hard hat!