yesterday i went for a run

Days like these the lake is every color in the rainbow and if you squint a bit you can imagine you are on some tropical island and the lake is an ocean. The lake isn't always so colorful- in winter mostly, it is all whites and beige and pristine grays. It is always surprising, always in motion, always changing. I sometimes feel bad for the people that only see it in the "good" weather. It is beautiful in every bit of weather, at every time of day.

When I pause on my runs and gasp deep for air to gaze at the lake a smile always spreads across my face. I hold back laughter, from the sheer joy of moving, running, leaping, throwing my mind into the blue expanse and watching the waves bring it back. I sometimes wonder if I look like a fool, laughing and grinning wildly as I run, passing all city people as fast as my legs will allow. I wonder, but I don't really care.

I imagine if I run fast enough with my head lifted towards the blue that maybe I will rise a bit off the ground and if I leap I will start to fly into the expanse of air and water, into the horizon, that line that blurs the longer and harder you look at it, for it.

That ever elusive horizon.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...

And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

F.S. Fitzgerald