Wednesday, October 28, 2009

a copy and paste

just read this

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

- WB Yeats

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sunday morning

Frost covered the cars I ran by this morning, not terribly obvious frost since it was still dark at 6:30. Crisp air, not a breath of a breeze. The sun is now shining brightly, another satisfying run gone by. Outlaw omelette was outstanding, and my coffee has never tasted better. Except yesterday morning when that first coffee was accompanied by a couple of fresh, hot apple fritters at the St Jacobs farmers market.
Exactly a week to go before the Niagara Falls International Marathon, which will be my eleventh marathon. Staying at the Crowne Plaza, got an amazing deal on
More later. The leaves need raking, and it's a perfect day to be out there. Have a great day.