we jog along a stretch of urban bohemian beauty meeting the crest of old man river gently carrying boats far too big for this fissure of land
the skyline of new jersey hangs in the balance while that ever impressive GWB bridges the differences between cousins
my knees crunch with the pound of the pavement and my body hurts
the harder i land the more the land hits back
and it is a much harder run than the ones i am used to.
i breathe in the salt flapping in the air and i drink in the view of this portrait of energy
my heart beats for this place and i start to feel lucky for the pains in my knee.