the sky is pigmented watercolor, inky, sapphire, cobalt, ultramarine, midnight – there are so many names for shades of blue and the sky is all of them. now i’m next to Underhill and the bright white lights are starbursting through my eyelashes and my eyesight is so blurry. each breath feels like a butter knife stirring through my soft respiratory organs. the walkway is so wide and white…
My favorite time to run is actually not the early morning, but twilight/dusk. Something about the darkness really affords a chance to… well, meditate seems to be the closest word for it. When it’s dark, I don’t have to worry about how far my destination is because the only thing I can see is a hazy yellowish road that only reaches fifty feet. All that’s there is me and the ground directly in front of me. And with the power of my sight diminished, I become more aware of the sensations in my body. And then it’s just me in that moment.
I’ve also noticed that I like listening to different kinds of music depending on what time I’m running. While during the day I like to listen to upbeat, aggressive songs, at night I love listening to trance and dubstep. I just feel so chilled out, so relaxed. I get so lost in in the gentle coolness surrounding me. And then if the night is combined with an indiscernable downhill grade – the perfect grade during which you wonder why you suddenly feel so fast and weightless – wow.
*running alone at night in poorly lit areas with your headphones in is an extremely bad idea