It’s from early ’08. It’d been a long and bad week; I woke up early Sunday morning, after not having rested very well (or much), to go run. I saw the sun coming through the front door (a sight I miss) and decided to take a photo before heading out. I did a lot of thinking, praying, and wondering during that run, and by the time I got back, some words had come together in my mind, and they matched (by chance?) with the photo.

esta mañana
dejé de la casa, para correr
y fui acogido
por el sol del amanacer