Running

With one thing and another I wasn't able to run again until this morning, so I stuck to the same route, distance and pace as last week: twenty-five minutes, two-and-a-half miles, touch the metal fence at the port and turn back for home. Banners in the colour of the Latvian flag hung from lamp-posts down by the river, a pleasure boat was moored by the walkway, waiting for passengers. I ran back into a headwind. Drunks lay sleeping in the long grass by the market.