will try to come back to the keyboard here, for the color of the day, a form of “public service”.

   run in a bit, a little before daylight. just the third of the week, the first of a series in a long while, or since March. Then back here. It’s M’s birthday, i have to run a lot earlier, and light the incense earlier, to be able to head out of the metro early.

     Every morning, shortly after sunrise,  we open all the blinds in the department, the windows face south east so all the morning sunbeams come in, in soft translucent diagonal planks.

 After the windows —  the doors;  we open wide all the doors of the department leading to the corridor. R, the assistant (she’s more than that, she’s the fulcrum that holds the day-to-day operation of the department but i try not to spoil her) then works  quietly, playing soft jazz music from her computer in her station at the center  of the department, with  multiple Korean telenovela actors transitioning in a slideshow as screensaver.

      Then, we light an incense in Chit’s room.

     Then, “walk” the incense through the length of the office and all the corners .

       R continues typing and going through the chart of a site, i’m sure she sees me from her peripheral vision.

        I wonder what she’s thinking, i cannot read minds, but  she’s probably saying in her head — “why does she do that every morning…….  is she Catholic — or Buddhist….?  Rosaries in the car given by Ricci several Christmases ago  and incense and scents given by Khrysta.  or  maybe  Incan!? Seems to worship the streaming light…  And the rushing wind.”

        Running in the morning till your lungs feel like bursting  is good for your soul.