Archive for January 14, 2003
I’m Not Sleeping (I’m Resting)
It was twenty degrees running along the river this morning. But as I ran eastward on 72d Street past The Dakota, the sun peaked over Central park a raging orange. I felt like Icarus or something, blinded by the glare, suddenly warm, flying almost. I’ve been working out verses as I run. I did a…
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