Seeing a pianist, a dancer and a violinist on stage, rehearsing made me think upon the countless hours, endless days and who knows how many years they had spent honing their craft.
Today, on a free day, the race weekend ahead, I wondered what Sunday would bring my way.
Meanwhile, at Sunder Nursery, groups, families, couples, friends lolled about on picnic mats, scenes as if from impressionist works.
The light streamed through trees, this land, in the city, seemed like a land unto its own.
Writing about Running 