~4.9 mi @ ~14.2 min/mi

"Mud!" warns K-Rex as we dash through the darkness toward Starbucks. "Oops!" says Roadkill behind her, skidding across the slippery sidewalk. Thankfully neither falls. Only one member of Dawn Patrol has brought a flashlight. (Blame the lack of caffeine?) For the return journey we meander along neighborhood connector paths, K2 leading the way until - "Oops!" - a spiderweb catches her across the face. Keymaster explains his choice of hot coffee despite a humid-warm morning: the cognitive dissonance that iced coffee provokes. Maybe work on letting go of expectations? We muse about the ocean of metaphorical lemonade that bumper crops of lemons sometimes gift us with. Floral ironwork on a mailbox catches eyes.

(trackfile) - ^z - 2019-09-26