Now it’s your turn. I want to hear your Haiku or just your responses about your favorite coffee mugs. I have three I use often. One with Spiderman (my favorite), one with Batman, and one my parents got me in Boston. So, what is yours? What cup do you run to each morning to hold your favorite wake up juice?
Noticing the evening runs when they go long are starting to get dark by the end of them. It really is the middle of August. Fall really isn’t too far away.
On a completely different subject. I stumbled onto this file on my memory stick. It was at one time a CD called “Monster Ballads Platinum Edition Disc 2.” I’m not sure where Disc 1 is or if I even had it. Anyway, I popped that onto my MP3 Player and it has been in constant rotation on my last couple of runs – yes, I am very, very old.
Here’s the lineup:
1. Every Rose Has It’s Thorn | Poison
2. Don’t Know What You Got Til It’s Gone | Cinderella
Hard to leave the cool mountains and run down in the heat again, but I did it. Starting to see fall in the fading daylight. Dusk was on me a lot quicker tonight than it has been all summer. As you can tell from the Haiku, I also saw three young deer frolicking about. Guess it is also getting to be that time again as well. Okay, that’s it. Anybody ready for fall? I know I am.
I’m kind of an old dude, so this song has been running through my head for the last couple of days. It just pops in there when I look out at the hills in the distance.
Since you have been so good and read this far. Here is a little more of the short story “A Zombie Thanksgiving.” Publishing September 4th or somewhere around it. Thanks again for reading and following.
Dawn looked behind her, then to her left and right. No other zombies shifted about in the late fall heat, at least not from where she was currently standing. She turned back to the store, steadied her nerves, and turned on her light (this light was on a strap that ran around her head, so she could keep her hands free). She made sure her knife was still in place (it was), and the gun was ready to fire. Both were ready to do the job they were meant to do. She started to walk, ever so slightly, crunching on broken glass as she moved forward.
The parking lot outside might have looked bad, cars burnt, turned over, crashed or abandoned, carts strewn about, bodies dead and decaying, birds picking at the best parts of their flesh; but inside the store it was a different world all together. This place looked like a massive mob had just bulldozed its way through, knocking over shelves, people, carts, busting out the glass in the frozen food sections. Dead bodies were scattered everywhere. Some had parts of shelves sticking out of them, some of them devoured by zombies, some partially eaten by animals living wild in the area. It was a picture of mass panic frozen in a time of chaos.
The smell inside the store also wasn’t pleasant, rotten flesh, rotten meat, spoiled milk, all kinds of putrid things in a state of decay mingled and danced together in the non-air-conditioned air. Dawn had a strong stomach, so she was able to force her brain to focus on pleasant subjects. This kept her stomach from losing what little bit of food she had in it.
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Getting away from the hustle and heat back home for a week-long trip to the mountains. So cool right now that I have to go and find a jacket, and it was so cool and rainy earlier that I actually wore a thin long sleeve to run in. Crazy stuff. When I make the trip up to the mountains I always have to listen to this song when I run. It just sets the mood and the tone.
How was the run? Solid. Walked a bit, ran a bit, that sort of thing. It was nice to just get the legs moving after the drive yesterday. Okay, that’s about it. Hope you guys have a great Sunday.
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