babylon

Dear K- I am glad that you are feeling well these days. I, too, have started to be active again after a month of distraction. It wasn’t by choice- my life was thrown into turmoil and the first thing to be sacrificed were the activities I enjoyed but which were not necessary- exercise being one of them. But now I have also rediscovered the morning. I’m remembering the feeling of awakening at the same moment as the sun, then running out to greet it before the dew evaporates and before the birds begin their dawn chorus. There is a comfort to running alone in the morning that I cannot feel at any other time of day. It is like a prolonging of the dream state- my mind still wanders along pondering this and that while my feet plod on the asphalt. Today I thought about what it means to be alone. I made the mistake of admitting to my newfound sense of unattachment last night at work. As soon as word got out that I was single I had coworkers lingering at my desk, casually hyping up their favorite bar and dropping unsubtle hints that I could find them there after our shift if I was looking for some fun. Am I looking for fun? I don’t even know anymore. These days, fun is sitting in a coffee shop in the early morning with a good book, or walking my dog around the park, or just spending an evening watching a movie and laughing with a loved one. I was never one for cheap thrills and one night stands. My heart isn’t strong enough for that sort of behavior. Keep up the physical activities. I’ve always found it to be relaxing and bring a sense of purpose and accomplishment to my life. Pitter patter thud thud thud, -K