Bridge Lights

Running alone...
Here we are in Deering Oaks again. This is another view of the stone bridge that was my first blog entry four years ago. I took a walk in the light snow last Sunday morning. I was alone in the entire park, just me and gently falling snow. It reminded me of late night walks and runs between Woodfords and Morrills Corners. Although we had moved to Coyle Street, I still had friends in the old neighborhood who I kept in touch with. It was a long trip in the cold night, but I liked it. I was forever timing myself, from point to point. I guess it was the only time in my life that I truly enjoyed running. Just running against myself. Ah... that reminds me, when I wanted anything in the house on Stevens, I just asked my little sister Joanne to go fetch it for me. I told her that I'd time her. It always worked. When she returned with my book, slippers, banana, I'd just shout out some obscure number. "40 seconds! Good job!" It always worked. They say life is all about timing: good and bad. For me, timing always got me what I wanted, either home on a cold January night fast or that tasty banana. Was I a bad brother? Sometimes, I wonder.