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The BardAfoot and light-hearted I take to the open roadThe Bard by holayutasan
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Our coast here is not like your coast. It is wild, untamed, sunny, exotic, quiet. People come here to escape, if only for a week or two, from the hustle and bustle of Mainland life. People dream of living their lives out here, but few actually summon the gumption to do what they say they will do. Traveling along, as I am wont to do for business, I met a man on the North Shore who was unlike any I had ever met before, or will be likely to ever meet again. A person finds that while traveling, she might find the most dissimilar, and the most similar, characters to herself.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the
A Slice of PeaceCrisp the air feels on my skin as I pick my way through the trees. I leap, Gazelle-like, athletic, over sticks, stones, and patches of mud as if the trail were made for me: indeed, it was made for me, seventy-two years ago it was hewn from forested hillsides by those men fortunate enough to have, for once, benefited from government programming.A Slice of Peace by holayutasan
A man smiles broadly at me when we pass on the trail. "How are you?" he asks genially.
"Good!" I reply, and for once, it's not an idle phrase. His concern for my well-being has lit up my face with a smile; I seldom smile while running.
"It's nice to see you!" he says, still smiling as if we had known each other forever.
"You too!" I reply before we part ways, and in reality, it was nice to see him, brightening my way.
The trails are muddy from yesterday's rain, but it is still a joy to run among the fall foliage, undulating, fallen-leaf-covered hills rising up on either side, tall, dark trees standing sentinel, t
benches 170, leg presses 310, and 100fly's in 1:04.73.
Nobody ever got good at anything by not practicing it.
Current Residence: El Pittsburgh
Favourite genre of music: anything 'cept screamo, including classical, country, jazz, and rap
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Operating System: Vista, which is not Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: blue iPod nano
Wallpaper of choice: *david6of7
Favourite cartoon character: Renji-bleach, Holland-Eureka 7
Personal Quote: Where words and rationality fail, art begins.