Sunday, March 29, 2015
early morning ascent
During a 4:30am night run to Mount Lowe, on my steady ascent to the summit, I began to think about the strange presence in my apartment--it must be a ghost. Indeed, it is a ghost from Taiwan. A beautiful ghost with more soul and love than the hollow substance that beats within my chest. As I watch the sunrise from 5600ft above sea level and I ponder whether to jump into new waters, I realize with a most heavy heart how much this ghost means to me... I'm attached to it, for better or worse. A reckless man who searches for redemption realizes that to live with ghosts requires solitude.