A day which appears out of no where~and after a full weekend~
seems a bit more mundane.
Not everyone welcomes it.
I am no exception.
Except that today~ it's different.
I ran smack into Monday this morning.
Molly and I have decided to start running together again.
This morning was run morning.
6am and it's dark.
Instead of head lamps we used the Sliver of a Moon.
And about a million stars to light our country road of running.
Our polar bear of a dog clumsily runs around us, banging into our legs as we try to find our pace.
And did I mention cold?
Shadows fall on the road.
It's hard to tell what is real- and what is just shadow.
For a moment my heart skips as I think I see a moose crossing the road up ahead.
Then I realize it's the dark laying shadow of uncovered gravel.
There is no sound.
Except for the crunch of our shoes on the hard packed snow-
and our breathing as we try to keep up with our legs.
And I guess there is also the occasional comment from one of us on the
beauty of this perfect morning.
(Did I mention there was about a billion stars overhead?)
on the way back towards home...
as we begin to slow down because Monday is just about to begin,
(or is it because our legs feel a tad bit tired?)...
a Star falls straight down in front of me.
One of the trillion that are shining above us.
I swear it lands at my feet.
And it is then I realized I just ran
smack into Monday.
And I don't even care.
~Have a wonderful day.
It is Monday, after all.~