In a cold, weary world, and in a chilly little town, there is still peace on foot. Hardly anyone else was outside as Old Man Winter yawned and the last winter rays of sun vanished from the sky. Lights from the houses illuminated my path, as I meandered through my hometown. There weren't many cars to dodge. I had no pace expectations to hit. My head was clear, my legs weren't too heavy. It was just me and the run - nothing more.
|Christmas on the Erie Canal|
I am neither ignorant nor delusional. I know that life is not perfect, and that our world is flawed and can be cruel. But on one night, the holiest night of the year, in the sleep town of Spencerport, there was peace on foot.