Taper. Runners use it one way. Fashion folks use it another way. Doctors yet another. How a word can mean many a thing with the implications and emotions it excites.
I tend to feel tired as a race weekend approached. I am not sure why this is. I am not sure how Sunday will pan out. Can I simply enjoy the race as a run through the streets of New Delhi? I look forward to it.
Meanwhile, reading about the haiku master, Bashō and the 1200 mile last long walk that he took with his disciple has perked me.
But it is his poem, “In Kyoto…” that brings sensations of the sea, wind, lost memories and swaying as if lulling the mind to a pause, just to reflect, even if temporarily, towards itself.
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