2. In Autumn the Light Bends Just a Little Differently

The legs were hurting alot more than normal and all today afforded was a simple flat 5 and a half mile run on the water front and the boats sparkled and bobbed on the river and the autumnal gentle breeze tickled the white caps out of the river and one could not have painted a prettier setting for a run. But still the body had a mind of its own and it wasn't gliding along with the day so his thoughts were on the lower back and and his tight hamstrings and the monotony of the pain led his mind to wonder back to his walk in the park yesterday and was that really Patty he had just ran into and did he really have a discarded doggy poop bag in his hand. The days was clear but the remneants of the conversation they had was murky to say the least, and what he really wanted to do yesterday was tom listen to the conversation as Patty who was a bit of a conundrum was somebody he always had liked and they somehow kept running into each other like random pin balls in a tilted pin ball machine.

But like the pain in the body he journeyed down down the hierarchy of needs and remembered that he might have to look for a job. Was it actually self actualization or was it a lower level need of just providing for the family. A wind had whipped in from the north end of town rather suddenly which left him scrambling and a bit frantic and suddenly disheveled wanting nothing more than a quiet warm bath and the silence the run did not deliver its intended purpose. Virtual silence that that is the constant of a life slipping by.