I get 40 minutes a day to let loose on the roads. My lunchtime run. Another day looking for a little divine energy amongst the failing businesses and empty warehouses. Poetic contrasts... a beautiful riverfront road, littered with the waste of a thousand high school keggers. Turn up the music and run faster. Stomp it. Leave each step in the past, planted in the sand. Know that the sunshine is coming. Another run.