12/16/19 22:45 Bethlehem, PA
I went for a run tonight.
It was dark. I wore black sweat
pants, black gloves, but my new pullover is green and reflects lights. While I was out in the cool air I realized
this may be my last run this year in the US.
No doubt, the last run in Bethlehem in 2019. Tomorrow night, I am finishing packing and
driving back to Long Island. Getting
closer to my trip to Costa Rica, flying out on an early 6:15 flight out of
JFK. My life in the sun will begin on
Friday afternoon. Sun beating on me in
San Jose, Costa Rica. I’ll meet Meli at
the airport. After clearing immigration,
we will be together. Rings in my
bag. My suit for our wedding packed in
my luggage with my new black shores.
Getting married on the lake, and the serene idea that this is eternal,
like a deep breath, carrying us to a grace.
So, I ran down to the Steel Stacks since that was part of my goals
today. I stopped to see a display that
is open on the weekends. There were
trees and ice sculptures. There were
girls taking pictures and one said it was cold, but I disagreed as sweat
dribbled from my face in the frigid air.
I was alone. I could not believe
the lack of security, there were reefs for sale and yard banners, bells, and
anyone could have swept them up and ran off with the decorations. But there is no crime in Christmas city. I got back on the road after taking some
pictures and crossed the bridge and back up N New Street. The city was quiet. It was evening and I was hungry, but kept
running. I missed meditation tonight. I wanted to go, but my run was longer. I read tonight, it was another one of my
goals. I can feel my body easing towards
to bed. The last night in Bethlehem for
this year. Kind of sad, but why? I don’t know.
I am tired. Listening to Talking
Heads, this must be the place.
Gratitude:
1)
Sober
2)
Bob Dylan, If Not for you
3)
Bethlehem
4)
Meli’s smile
5)
Health
Thank you for reading this
