Thursday, April 29, 2010

Postcards from New Zealand: Day Forty-Six

Tonight, before our kung fu class, Aldo said, "Do you want to go for a little run in that field?" Some people have so much energy that they need to exercise before they do their exercise. Generally, I'm the kind of girl who, if I go for a little run in the field, I will not be doing anything else for three days afterward, but of course I acquiesced. An empty field just after twilight is a magical thing. The grass is wet and makes a squeaking sound under your shoes. You can't really see the ground, so you just have to trust that there isn't a hole right there. Without a track, you try to follow the person in front of you, who in the dark, as he gets farther and farther away, is just a blinking ghost. He knows how close or far you are without looking back, because it's so quiet out that he can hear your breath.

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