something about me

I've never had rhythm, but I've always had melody. I suppose it's my inherent lack of attention to detail that sets me back and that's a direct effect of of my inability to run fast.

Breath deep out.
Breath in.
Feet meet the earth: 1 2 3 4
Breath deep out.

Today I stopped short to watch men dressed in white clothes roll small, dark metal balls across the shortest grass I've ever seen. I imagine that's what heaven's like.