Air Unscathed

First run in weeks.

I think Sunflowers are the one crop that can metaphorically encompass a complete range of female emotions. Everything starts out bright and cheery and then it all slowly dies like a foreboding doom. Then giant monsters come and wipe it all away and leave only the dry stalks as a reminder of all that was once golden on this earth. Rains will come and more seeds will be planted.

I had this sudden urge to curse the air with every bad word I could think of (that’s the wonderful thing about running in an area that no person is within a square mile of hearing). But the idea of burning words like that into that flaming sunset, however harmlessly intended, did not sit well enough to go through with it.

I’m feeling awfully over-dramatic, just thought I’d go with it for a kick before my brain gets sucked away again by the boob tube.