Wednesday, December 5, 2012

We All Love to Run

We aren’t the only ones who love to run:

“But the horse did not need encouragement, because he was scared, he loved to run, and the sun was high enough to sit on the roofs of buildings like a great open fire warming everything and limbering up his already limber muscles.  He loved to run.  He was like a big white bullet, his head up and out, his tail down and back, his ears streamlined with the wind as he vaulted forward.  He took such long strides that he reminded Peter Lake of a kangaroo, and sometimes it seemed as if he were about to leave the ground and fly.”

                                                                    From Winter’s Tale by Mark Helprin

Happy Wednesday, friends!

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