jock librarian

The first three lines of Ted Kooser's "Surviving" read:

There are days when the fear of death
is as ubiquitous as light. It illuminates
everything.

Halloween marks the anniversary of my mother's untimely death. As a result, this time of year, I find myself (as the voice in Kooser's poem suggests) "attentive/to everything living," reflecting on my raisons d'etre. This evening, I decided to sign up for the New York Road Runners' next 4 miler; and I plan to run this event with purpose, dedication and love.