mountain runnins

I just had a 3-hour after-class catchup nap, and now the equinox is about to happen (in exactly 15 minutes from now, in fact). There was one vivid chain of scenes that I must have woken directly up from. It started on a mid-afternoon, mostly sunny sky, or maybe bright partial cloud cover, and I was at the eastern base of a mountain range, where the ground was soggy but clean and covered by grass about 8″ high, and completely flat up to where the mountain slope rose out of it. That edge was irregular, with some of the slopes very nearby and others stretching away into the distance. Through the flat land ran a shallow stream with lots of twists and turns and straight stretches of various lengths, stretching in a general north-northwesterly direction. I jogged in the stream in that direction (I was out on a run) and as I proceeded through the various types of straight stretches, a female narrator mentioned the names of these varieties as if to a viewer of a documentary. Some places in the stream hosted small groups of ducks or fish (which were mostly hanging out at the edges of the stream, so I wasn’t having much trouble staying out of their way) and some contained curious phytoplanktonic macrostructures, maybe some diaphanous, colorless tubes lying flat in the water. (BTW, IRL the equinox has just happened; it’s now autumn. The center sun is now just a little bit south of the celestial equator.)

Later, still mid-afternoon and with sunny sky and very fresh air, I was up in the mountains, just west of the top of the ridge; the gravel road I was on stretched north and south, and another road branched off of it to the northeast, up between rock outcroppings to the ridge, which was only maybe 50′ away. There were trees to the north, south, and west, but an open outlook to the east. I ran up the slant road to the ridge, where there were different levels of rocks and grassy stretches. A number of people were around; I accidentally got in the way of a photographer shooting toward the east with an SLR, and moved out of the way. I was going to run home back down to the southeast; there were various ways I could go, some marked by Swiss-style trail signs, such as one 10km route looping around through the northeastern mountains and then south toward home. I was going to take a more direct route, though, because it was getting late in the day. In the meantime, however, I ended up going into a building on the ridge, very close by, just to the south. Inside there was a large (maybe about 25’x25′), high-ceilinged room with clerestory sunlight coming in from the southwest and with a very large table (taking up most of the room) in the center, which some of my classmates were sitting around. They discussed which day they were signed up for a certain class or tutorial or such; I was signed up for Thursday. Also in the building was a grocery store, which was sort of tucked into a set of smallish rooms, and I noticed a cooler full of Ben & Jerry’s sorbet pints, as well as more pints that were sitting out just around the other side of a doorway. I wanted to get a pint because it sounded like a particularly refreshing idea, and considered one of the raspberry sorbets outside of the cooler, but eventually decided on blueberry; these, unlike the others, which were in normally shaped Ben and Jerry’s containers, were in blue, blueberry-shaped (but still pint-sized) containers.

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