I'm driving. Twisting around the lake and watching runners' sillhouettes as
they jog by the water. The sight is
so beautiful (glassy water-blood orange sun) that I must park , get out of the car, and take pictures that don't do it justice. I must have 25 sub-par pictures of the exact same scene. I don't know why I do it.
Perhaps I want to preserve the moment to look back on later-
perhaps I want to jump in the photo and stay there forever (Erik will come too)-or maybe I only want to
watch other people hustle- to
be still while they run.
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