Third Place

Work, home, and _____. Where was your third place this year? Did you like it, love it, ...or was it out of obligation? What feeling, sense, or vibe did you get from your third place? If someone can't imagine the scene, give the lay of the land in words. Is there natural light? Is there a certain smell? Bring us inside.

This year I spent a whole lot of time on the Monon Trail, but instead of writing a blog about it, I decided to write a haiku. Just because.

Monon Trail Haiku

This was the summer

that I moved near the Monon

and ran for hours

This trail would become

my second home, my third place

running miles and miles

I was on this trail

the day I finally reached

twenty freaking miles

The trail felt like home:

the runners and cyclists who

smile when they pass

The old man who walks

every day along the trail

carrying hand weights

The fat little squirrels

so unafraid of people

on their quest for nuts

Nothing scared me off:

not dog poo or creepy guys

I just carry mace.