got to start somewhere

i am nervous, or anxious . . . whatever you call it. the marathon is in just a few hours, tomorrow morning. i worry i haven't planned something, haven't thought something/anything/idontknowwhat out. there are still posters i want to hang, more things i want to do. on the way back from the last of the errands, i park my car at the corner and just sit, watching cars through the windshield. a slight drizzle. the light pulls in and dusk heightens the drama here at the corner. i know this is where i must situate the table, must center the energy: Sixteenth & Wisconsin. it IS where Tom Knight marked the start. it will be my start, my end.

i head home to sort/pack gear for the morning.