Seeing the same race from so many different angles made me think that every one of the runners, from the winners and national record setters to the mid-packers to the last finishers had some kind of a connection to every other one.

I couldn’t get away from butterflies this month. They were suddenly everywhere, so I started to pay attention.

I rest here, sheltered by trees. So do the birds.

Vacuum: the word sucked the oxygen from the car. On my side because I was thinking, “wait, IS space a vacuum?” And on Paul’s because he’s afraid of the noisy appliance we keep in the closet.