Chenango River Promenade

Thought this was worth a pause on my run today. Plus, my shoelace came untied.

It was a pretty crummy Monday as far as Mondays go.


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"People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them."