After such a prolonged stay in America, I have been back here in England for one month. I have been back less time than I was in America this summer, but that time feels forever ago. Maybe it’s the changing nature of season or other things. Maybe it’s throwing myself into work, into a new home, into those long runs where I forget myself for 45 minutes or an hour, not worrying about what is lost, but focusing on what is found under every beat of my foot on the path. Maybe it’s just Kurt Vonnegut ringing around in my ears: “So it goes.”
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