A Sunday
I saw a rainbow today when I was running and it had just stopped raining.
Running is an exaggeration but technically it’s true as I had only one foot at a time on the ground,
Anyway.
Still I saw the rainbow and further along the track: the sun peeked out between two gray clouds to extra illuminate some Mallards resting on the grass in the park near the waterfront promenade.
They were beautiful and peaceful and the rainbow is a good Omen!
The Mallards are very beautiful and versatile creatures, perfectly shaped for flying and swimming.
This is just the type of thing I needed on a Sunday, to see these beautiful things and feel the badness sweated out and exhaled and to listen to Ava Max Motto
I know that running does this to me, so why don’t I do it more often?
I have had a cold , on closer inspection it’s no inner mystery of knowing what’s good for you vs. doing it. Sometimes the only inner battle fought is just a plain cold.