What Burns Sometimes Returns

After a year spent posting each day, a week feels like a decade. The break has de-cobwebbed my brain and done it a lot of good. I've noticed that, without the Modus whip lashing at my back, I process the world differently. I'm less active in my thoughts and observations; I change from critic into reader. And, when I run, I don't look up or around and I don't stop. I think it's making me quicker and fitter. This is no bad thing because I'll soon be seeing JP in Seattle for brisk trails and hills. He's fast, he's light and he has the lungs of a machine. I'll need something in the bank to keep up (even if he his carrying an injury at the moment).