Notes
Today was a perfect Thanksgiving day run. I started late since it was so cold in the early morning but I still had the valley entirely to myself once I went out. It was almost erie it was so quiet and peaceful and I felt lucky to have it all to myself. When I got up to Lambert Bridge the starlings arrived to share the scenery with me. They swooped and pulsed, swelling to a big balloon and then narrowing to a tiny waist. I remembered that a group of them is called a murmuration. The strangest things come to me when running.
My new Pearls are AMAZING. Wearing them out for the first time today was like a perfect first kiss. I hate to say it but I think every other pair of shoes in my closed are now just friends. This is true love.