I wish you were here Friend. Jogging in this place is an interesting thing... A Mobil station lies about a mile from my house. I like to jog there and back as the sun is close to setting. Fitness is a high priority here, and walkers and joggers line the path along the beach, leading to the Garapan streets and the Mobil station.
A man walking a dog - Not on a leash, that would be too much work for an islander. A Korean man with his 6 year old daughter, watching her run and laugh at the small waves. A gecko scampering up and down the coconut tree is probably looking for bugs... but, I prefer to think that he's intimidated by me. The frog on the path in front of me, however, is very afraid. But in stead of running away, he just pretends he's a rock and tries to scare me away... Then there's always the lady that you pass more times than you ever wanted to. Maybe she thinks I'm stalking her...
The sun is finally setting as I make my return journey home. I stop at the edge of my concrete trail and sit to watch the sun slowly disappear behind white clouds and an azul horizon. I sit transfixed by it all for too long. And then I realize that I still have a half mile to run before a shower, clean clothes, and food.
I eye my papaya tree carefully before passing it, checking for ripe papayas and making sure that no one has taken them. Turn down the drive, greeted by friendly dogs, and then under the mango tree to the house.
Now I'm home. And I'm missing you. Tofu, rice, nori, and an orange... and then nothing is left but to read my Bible, pray, and go to bed.
Life in Saipan. Missing my Friend. Loving my God. Life in Saipan...
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