It felt soooo good, not to mention hot and sweaty, to be out running early. It was already sticky by the time I got out on the esplanade along the East River around 6ish this morning, but still bearable. Two summers ago my running group was training in the park at 7 at night. Good grief I am not made for that kind of humidity!
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »