Breeze Hill Walk

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They say we ought not loiter in the park after dark, but they who dare to say this ought not take for granted the boldness of those who scale boulders. That said, I twisted my ankle but it was not for naught, as I was also blessed with some fine findings on this night. See here: The trope of the eleven o'clock jogger struck true thrice this evening, though at that point I had to leave to attend to my SnoCone, having dropped it off a rocky ledge. What possesses a human to jog, and why we should draw lines between the joggers and the runners and the very fast and very desperate subway hunters, all of whom pursue their passions with ferocity and velocity and deign to define their roles without falling in line, except in the cases where marathons and 5Ks run rampant, this author will never know. The word itself was spawn, after all, of a town in Greece where a battle was fought and because that battle was fought a man had to rush across a city to tell other men a very important message, and so important was the message that so fast he had to run that he lost all his clothes in the process and by the time he arrived in Athens he announced that they had won and promptly dropped dead. So the lesson is, of course, that if a marathon is named after the origin of the race then it ought to go in a circle and the rest of the situation isn't of much importance and certainly not of such importance that one would run a marathon at all. Supposedly there are a thousand bats in Prospect Park. Perhaps they are the They who say we ought not loiter in the park after dark, but if so They're uncommonly silent for the type to be those Theys who warn en masse, precluding the following talkative fellow who seemed all too ready to parse philosophy over his midnight coffee: We were born knowing these things, weren't we? Up and down and right and wrong and unreal - It doesn't take too long to seek them, friend. No matter how long they've been lost, to feel That moment of finding them again makes Ev'ry rock and stone on the path over Worth tripping on a hundred times again. Would you like to look behind your shoulder? If I told the truth, I suppose I do, But thankfully reality's all too true.

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