|Into the Darkness Maine|
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|Laverne Cox Houston, Texas|
I awoke to a bright Monday morning, half dressed, after crashing on my bed a few hours earlier. Dragging my body like a zombie to make coffee, I decided to stay home and give myself a day off. With the sun warming the air, and the roads relatively clear, I felt like I needed a short run to clear my head and feel grounded. After two miles I turned south onto route 9 to continue my favorite loop that has a brief yet striking ocean view. While I love running by the sheep farm and seeing the ladies in the snow covered field, I don’t enjoy running along a highway with cars and trucks racing by 60 miles an hour. With snow and ice covering the shoulder, there was even less room for error.
Looking ahead I noticed a lump in the shoulder. As I approached, I recognized the too familiar sight of a carcass, another victim of a hit and run. In the 4 years since returning to running, I’ve jogged thousands of miles, and encountered countless dead creatures along the way, like birds, squirrels, raccoons, deer, and many others, who didn’t have a chance. Each time, I slow down slightly to look, their eyes are usually open, and stare right back at me. Often the animal lies there for days, and sometimes weeks; decomposing and feeding scavengers over time, then slowly dissolving back into the earth. Jogging past the frozen corpse, I realized it was a skunk. It looked peaceful; with no visible signs of the collision that took it’s life, probably the night before.