On Easter Sunday I set out mid-day on an urban trail run. I suppose to most runners that would mean following an established greenbelt trail, the sort shared with mountain bikers and urban hikers, and I do some of that. But I like to get lost, and when I go for a run, wherever I am, I try to follow an improvisational logic that seeks out desire paths, animal trails, and infrastructural rights of way to see where they will take me, often following the way that appears before me without even really thinking about where I am going, in the way that the Zen of running can allow you to glide into. Last Sunday that unplanned path took me all the way to a lost planet and back again.
Wonderful imaginative ideas and truly great writing. Thanks. WB