I went running today—my
first since being back—and
it was beautiful.
I woke up at six. I
started with the light of the moon and the occasional street lamp. Running in
and around Green Lake as the sky transforms its blue hues from dark to light is
a great way to start the day.
On one side of the park, a
man was practicing his erhu (二胡). I paused my own tunes
in order to enjoy the cultural ambiance.
It
was an easy run, just three miles in thirty minutes. When I began, the bats
were baiting bugs for dinner; when I was done, the ducks were diving for
breakfast.
读万卷书不如性万里路
Dú wàn juǎn shū bùrú
xíng wànlǐ lù.
Reading
ten thousand books is not as useful as travelling ten thousand miles.
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