Commuting

My walk along the Grand Canal, circa January, 1985.

I commuted to work this morning via my feet, for the first time making the 8 mile run in my huaraches.  I left the house at 6:20, while still dark, and had to rely on street lamps to make my way.  But as I came down Ridge Avenue toward the Wissahickon, a rose-colored glow appeared in the east, and by the time I passed under the Strawberry Mansion Bridge, morning was upon the world.