I wish I was outside taking a walk or even sitting on a rock instead of sitting here in this desolate dive shop. The way the weather's been this last month I don't know if it'll be nice enough to be out there anymore or not. I could use a walk--or a nap.
October 19--Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini, Apollo and Daphne. The chase was on. Daphne had tried to join the boys' game. When told no girls were allowed she grabbed the ball and took off running. At first all of the boys were hot on her heels yelling their anger at her for interrupting them. She heard the pounding of the feet on the playground and then the sidewalk as she ran. She knew they'd never catch her, she was just barely running. Daphne loved to run, loved to feel her muscles work as she stretched her legs and straightened her shoulders. One by one the boys fell back, not able to keep up with her easy stride until only one pair of feet pounded along behind her. She was amazed to her them gaining on her so she kicked into gear and pulled away. She headed into the park, running down the path in the dappled light looking like a shadow as she flickered into and out of view. As soon as she had left the pavement her footfalls had made no sound on the soft paths. She lost the sound of her pursuer. As she rounded a corner she glanced back and was amazed to see him close behind her grinning at her as he ran, not even breathing hard.
Run, Daphne, run! Don't let him catch you.
--Barbara
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