Her Morning Run, 2022

I lived in a small fishing village with my wife. Each morning she would run her run with the first sun of the day. I would stand in our upper balcony window and drink tea, waiting for the moment she would come up and around a bend in the road. At ...

I lived in a small fishing village with my wife. Each morning she would run her run with the first sun of the day. I would stand in our upper balcony window and drink tea, waiting for the moment she would come up and around a bend in the road. At that moment we would see each other and wave, me lazily, she quickly between breaths. I miss that bright time and pay tribute to it and her here.