Morning Dance at Candlewood lake. Past a few joggers and it occurs to me that everybody is listening to music, but very few people are moving to the music. I can hardly help but move to the music. Is it fear that keeps people from moving to the music when they run? Because I can't believe that they are not feeling the music.
Jumped in the lake afterward. Stand there and look at my reflection in the rippling gem of the water. Then dive in, fully alive. I open my eyes underwater and see opaque green.