the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey.
i feel right at home 
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way.
— the prophet ani

What to do for a post-race depression? Put on your shoes and turn on Ani.

So that’s what I do.

It’s cold and drizzling and muddy. I feel right at home. I pat the whale for luck and turn on the shuffle. And of course the first song to come up randomly is Grey, the most achingly beautiful song in the history of the world. Ani says

What kind of paradise
am I looking for?
I’ve got everything I want
and still I want more.
Maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on shore.

What kind of paradise am I looking for?  I don’t know. I just turn the key and run. And then, the world is right again.

Sometimes runs, and life, are grey. And that’s OK. We all have the key.