Midweek Musings
A dream, some fragments, and images of holy places
[The Writer’s Paradise]
I went out recently to do some sprints on a frigid day (around 25 degrees when I left the house).
The sun was shining brilliantly. As I ran, the icy air clawed maliciously at my face, while the sun’s radiation surreptitiously invaded my cells and set about the devious work of disrupting the organized life of their reproduction.
An…