With no car, I had to walk to the first practice of the Spring season. I worried that, as out of shape as I am, I'd be too tired by the time I got there.
The weather experts expected a serious thunderstorm, but it was moving east slowly from Dallas, and when I set out the skies were fairly clear.
I listened to Medeski, Martin, and Wood as I walked, carrying a dark green backpack with my cleats, shin guards, and water. I figured the time would go faster and easier, so I read from Proverbs from off my phone. I even paused to highlight passages about prudence and anger, remembering that long ago I used walking to get a handle on both.
to outrun the storm
my feet would have to forget
burdens making tears