i'd like to wipe october from my slate.
start again.
fresh.
so november first came.
sunday morning.
my friend kate and i ventured to the east side to catch the nyc marathon.
if ever you find yourself in the city on the day of this gorgeous event, you must watch--participate--partake in some way.
there's nothing quite like it.
people. everywhere. from all over. doing something so unbelievably difficult and miraculous. each with a story. running together. a moving quilt covering the blacktop streets. an endless stream of wordless music as their feet meet the pavement.
kate and i were walking across 62nd street towards first avenue, approaching the party, when we saw runners. moving at a speed you can't even imagine. whoosh. whoosh. woosh. followed quickly by a news camera on a dolly. whoosh. and we realized, oh that's the lead pack. we just saw the very front-runners. live and in person. i took this as a very good omen for the month. had we arrived a minute sooner we would have been inside and walking up the stairs and missed their passing. a minute later and we wouldn't have had any idea. our timing was... fortuitous.
a tiding of all the good things to come. i think.
i hope.