An exercise in awareness
Well, here we go: take 2.
Immediately, I was reminded that spring is almost here.
Every time I see a little duck pair, I think of them as Opal and Willard. Don’t they look like an Opal and Willard – an old married couple that’s just living their every-day life? As comfortable with each other as they are with themselves?
I walked past a Methodist church with it’s doors wide open and it’s sanctuary empty. It had been a long time since I had seen stained glass and grandeur in a sanctuary, and I liked to think that the silence was pregnant with the prayers of those who had worshiped there this morning.
Here are some of the honky tonks on Broadway downtown. To witness them in their full glory, you kind of have to see them on a weekend night: neon lights flashing, and twangy bands in the windows, and cheap beer flowing like milk and honey. They are magnificently tacky.
I logged 8.11 miles (check out MapMyRun.com – it’s a great resource), and then came home to eat a ham sandwich. You can bet that I’ll do this again – but maybe next time, I’ll go somewhere dangerous or dilapidated. I’m thinking Nolensville Pike. It will be The Walk: Rated R.