First runner's high since cancer. That euphoric feeling that on this night is full lungs and pearly moonlight and crisp air and houses soft in the gloaming. My elongated silhouette rounding the corner of little Elmwood Lake while the waves toss their moonlit hats.
I am running before the Lord in the land of the living.
And yes, I am feeling God's pleasure.
Saturday, November 05, 2011
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