the thin line between optimism and delusion…

It is storming again. I love how nature can frighten me. Not that I like being frightened, but I am just impressed with nature.

I ran on the trails today, and down by the river. It was a most gorgeous of day, and quite warm. But I had underestimated the amount of rainfall we have received in the last week. I have never been on the trail when it was so muddy, and the river was further up on the banks than I have ever seen. And it was moving, fast.

I remember going to Honey Creek in middle school, and being warned not to stand too close to the Creek (which is a tidal creek, so I assume it is different than the river) because the water eroded the bank from the bottom up, that the bank closest to the water was like a cliff over the water, and if you stood on it that it could cave in and you would fall into the water. I was convinced this was the problem, and that was why there was so much mud, because the river was running right under the trail.

This was all I could think about while running by the river. That, and the possibility of being sucked into the mud forever. I think I have paranoia problems sometimes.

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