First run in Quincy
It is a day of work, moving a man into one of the lavish brownstone apartments placed in a posh section of Boston. Rain still standing watch, at two days deep now and it is an inaugural run in Quincy. Wandering this way and that, seeking refuge in the peaceful routes inside a Cemetery, then heading home and another day’s run is done. The fact that it is a first time, a moment of chance entered into what route was covered. A pulling of this and that; perhaps the end-choice comes from within, so it is personified in the roads, structures, plants and signs that call us this way and that.
This is akin to a night on the town. The sounds, taxies, lights, bars and people, speak from the city. They are part of what is a place, its very character, its very essence. This run today, was akin to the very first night on a town, an initial brief chat. Somewhat sad, drooped in rain, it was uplifting to see the potential.
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