running_through_sundrops styx nothing to see so much to feel a perception of minute change even when intersection is invisible 130129 ... past the ancient forest, dark and damp, let only the most stubborn rays through the dense canopy to the floor beneath. the thick trees invited the mind to wander in slow, looping conversations, the green drawl of ents. i don't quite remember the trail, but my long runs through it has left a deep impression of calm that seeps into my dreams. an escape in those formative days of figuring out who i was when i was all i had. the trails here, even in the big park across the river, lack the pedigree of those on superior's shores. this is, afterall, the reclaimed playground of lumber barons. and for them money didn't grow on trees, it was trees. and yet along the unofficial paths through the untended stands, a kind of impatient voice is growing between the high rises and the parkway. a more urban song of these tenuous trees, laying their unplanned roots, of change and continuity amongst the sundrops. 220422 what's it to you? who go blather from