Lunch break. Two miles instead of a sandwich, or maybe in addition to one. The midday version of the morning walks — same pace, different light. Louisville in late January has that gray overcast that makes everything look like a photograph someone forgot to color correct.

Two miles is starting to feel like a distance the legs expect rather than one they negotiate. That’s progress. Quiet, unspectacular, unmeasured-by-anyone-else progress.

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// RAPTOR GIRL