Sophia hasn't checked in for a while, too busy gloating over her PT and enjoying the hospitality of Tom and Goldberry.
Tom danced all night, and Sophia taught him a few steps they do in Northern Maine (Sorry, Helen, Nuru, and Lyra- I don't do Scottish or Irish, but French Canadian folk dancing likely has some similar elements... I bet hobbits would enjoy it.) When they finished dancing with flushed faces, late into the night, Goldberry gave Sophia a large mug of iced tea (mmmm....) and sent her to bed in a nice soft featherbed (where she overslept and missed work [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] ). The next morning, seeiing that she had more than enough free time, Sophia spent an hour and a half walking and covered four miles (From: will soon be updated).
Sights: the kids that are on campus for soccer camp running through knee deep puddles, the blacktop going by under my feet.
Sounds: the soccer kids screeching, someone's dog howling, the fountain in the pond (which I can't see from the track) splashing.
Smells: the brewery in town (ugh).
Touch: a light rain on my hair.
Taste: water, this elf's determined to drink more of it.
Sophia
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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