Morning Run

Morning Run

So I was out running this morning. It was on my usual route but today I’d decided to take it in reverse, and I was listening to a Schubert string quartet and admiring how lush the hills of Los Angeles were with trees and bright flowers, up and around through a wealthy part of town that backs right up against Griffith Park. The houses here are looming and gorgeous (mostly) and the streets are fairly quiet and, in the gloomier light of this particular day, there was a comfortable shroud lightly resting on each surface and thought like the dimmer glow of a living room at nap time.