Thoughts from Running

It’s spring time now in England. There’s flowers and I’ll take a picture some day. Or draw a picture I save up money for lessons but then I didn’t really go. Well I went here and there, the more important thing was consistency. I wondered what the consistency of jello would be like in the sun, or in the bottom of the sea. Both I guess would melt it? There’s a strange place between things and space between people. And talking about space it’s really big. When you look down from a plane you see only the lights from the city and you’d be right in thinking that I hope to see you. I wonder how it would feel in space know everything I usually worry about is right there. Or to the left. I guess it depends how you sit. Or how you think. 

I think there was a time I was afraid of the cows but now I view them the same as me. Maybe slower but we both gravitate to the sun when we’re cold and shade when it’s hot. Maybe I like less the taste of grass.