Diane and I went for a short run on the rivershore this morning wearing  our spikes for traction. the temp was dropping .. and we could watch the ice crystals forming on the sidewalk 

A kind of shocking  thing happened on our run.. it’s kind of hard ot explain.. Every time I run that route… and I’ve done it i’m sure 1000 times.. i touch these  same three spindly fir trees on the trail  .. It’s somewhere between a good luck ritual and an OCD “itch” I cant resist.  Just like the need for filling glasses 3 times before drinking   from them.. or toughing a specific place on the stirs  when I climb them . I think the number 3 I wrapped up in the number of kids we have..

Today, I saw that one  of the 3 had broken.. .. I’ve actually thought about this day amy times before.. what would happen when one of these trees .. or all of them.. were no longer there.. what would I do. 

I stopped and didn’t really know what to do.. .. I wasn’t so much sad as surprised.. but I didn’t feel any panic.. I didn’t feel frozen.. I actually was able to touch them all once more..and kept running

That feels like.. .. hmmm.. a break through  maybe ? 

nite all, nite sam 

-me