Space

The space between what's wrong and right

Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you

The space between your heart and mine

Is the space we'll fill with time
-Dave Matthews Band, The Space Between

Yesterday, I was lucky enough to see my son run his last high school cross country race. He placed seventh. Cross country has been a side-sport for him. It has served as extra-conditioning for the wrestling season, yet he has become quite the runner. Being dedicated to 6:00 a.m. summer practices at the age of eighteen says something, at least to me. The meet took place at a nice forest area with a lake. A perfect fall day. The trees a variety of autumn in color, the sun shining warm.