than watching the sun rise over the Bronx…
This morning, at the Running Hour, I could be neither shaken nor stirred, and so F had to persevere on his own. On the second leg of his loop, he encountered a murder scene, where the entire road was roped off and a detective was shooting picture.
“But this is my morning loop,” F explained to the detective, who was unimpressed.
All in all, glad I stayed in bed.