Worlds apart— I feel your touch Foreign from a place I know— Memories— yet it’s sometimes too much For the wings I wish to borrow   Wings I wish to wear— To fly across these skies To hold you and to bare The love…

Apparently, this year’s half-marathon (I never do the full marathon, because I like sleep) will take place during a heatwave. If today was any indication, tomorrow will be quite toasty indeed. Makes me glad I had an air conditioner (excuse me—”ductless heat pump”) installed about…