The magic touch

I run. In the park. Where the people are.

I haven't done it as much lately as I should, or as I would like.

Despite being somewhat tired, I went out and had a good time around supper time tonight. 10km. Around twice and a bit. Air drumming as always. Sprinting occasionally which is great. During my runs I add little twists to keep things varied, although they all turn into weird habits by the time I'm done with them. For example, I compare the prickliness of the various species of pines. There are actually some that are practically soft! Some draw blood, of course. Those I use a lighter grip upon.

Anyways, by the time I was done my 10km it was quite dark, and the park lights were on. Near where I park my car, and therefore near the end of my run, there is a series of lights about 8 feet high, spaced 15 feet apart. The habit here is to alternate touching each pole, low on the first pole, high on the second, low on the third and so forth. This repetition I was adding the variation of both air drumming and attempting to touch the pole as usual. This being somewhat more difficult, I missed a couple of times.

When I did finally touch the pole, a somewhat freaky thing happened: The light I touched went out.

Never before, and never since has that happened.