soggy

When we travel, we try to maintain some semblance of routine. Saturdays are normally long run days, so Charrow, my mother and I dragged ass out of a warm and dry house to go for an 8ish mile run in the rain. Well, more of a drizzle really, but it was still a struggle to motivate. Here's the short version:

through the misty streets
we ran in silence wishing
for sleep and dry feet

picture: main street of a village on Ilha Grande, an island off the coast of Rio, Brazil, September 2012, cross-processed slide film, Canon Tlb