Now of course I know to put the well-being of a person above an inanimate object, but when a thing spends countless hours and miles so close to you; being there for you on nearly all your adventures as a dependable hollowed out appendage; when it weathers all of the elements with you and accepts your sweat and tears without question, this mere thing becomes and extension of the self. He's been with me all around the world, allowing me all of the benefits of traveling alone without ever truly feeling alone. He has the battle scars and the wear to show his age, and our experience. He has become far more than a bag to me, and anyone who wants to entertain the idea of running to get places should find a Baby Blue of their own.
This post and this soundcloud track (that I will try to embed here) go out to the little guy. Just tonight you joined me for a nice set of stairs and river run back home while carrying over four pounds of veggie lasagna and my work clothes. When I put you around my shoulders and fasten that strap across my chest I consider my body weight increased, and I mean that in all seriousness.
With love, thank you so much,
British Theatre - As the Leaves Are to the Limbs
|Two of us getting lost in London|
|Two of us trail running fjords in Norway|
|Two of us after running over 37 miles|