Thursday in the Park with Kari

I was rocking embarrassingly hard to an all-female pop playlist titled "Pow-Her" as I made my way through the Panhandle earlier tonight when I ran, almost literally, into Kari who was also out getting some exercise.

Once the initial shock wore off we sweaty-hugged and then jogged a few miles together, making our way at a chat pace so we could catch each other up on life happenings since our last meeting, on Sunday at Team Brunch.

After I'd left her at her apartment and was traversing the two or so blocks toward home I started to think about how this big city is often just a small town in disguise and how seven and a half years of the loveliest little moments can sometimes get lost in a handful of huge, heavy, horrible ones.