It took 16 days for color to creep in.
This is a pretty perfect micro portrait of what my days have been filled with as of late - small rituals of taking care. I've been running in the mornings this week, something I've tried to do periodically but always gone back to the evenings because the resistance was too great. That is, it feels like I've been petrified in my sleep, and you try running six miles when your limbs feel like stonehenge. But once the initial suffering has subsided and I'm running through the park, I can feel the morning working its way into my lungs, recalibrating my breath, and it's good.