Other-Worldly

An early morning run across a misty lake comes in, fades out of view with every stroke I take. With pace that ebbs and flows from tunes within my head, I hope the rhythmic rowing will not wake the dead. I try to focus on the things that Austin taught, but mostly, in the moment, I’m enraptured, caught up in this misty morning ‘cross unknown expanse; time and distance slip away in other-wordly trance…