out there in the darkness

I don’t know about what I can’t see.

It’s dark when I run in the morning.

It’s a faith-run.

I suppose that the universe, with all its potential and promise, is not set up to harm me….and I run into what I can’t know.

I do this in spite of the smashed copperheads that I see on the blacktop in the daylight.

What I don’t know is out there can’t hurt me.

Now…..this video.

Maybe there’s a giant pitbull sleeping under one of the shadowed trees?

I don’t know.

But….I can’t add it to some paranoid catalog of potential disasters that I carry in my mental Rolodex.

I can’t do it.

I’d be frozen with fear if I remembered everything that’s ever harmed anyone….and took it all a little too personally.

I would be immobilized.

So…..I run in the night….the early morning night….when only a few cars pass me and, in their headlights, I know¬†that it’s really all just “more of the same” around the black corners that I can see for a moment.

I don’t think that there are giant dogs waiting for me out there.

(Did you ever notice that, at first glance, a bear looks just like a weird overfed black chow? A bear might be out there….but a bear is not a dog. No matter how dark it gets…..a bear is never a dog.)


About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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