I never run at night, never run with earphones, never run on urban pavement. But tonight I am in north Scottsdale, Arizona, and I did all of this. It's a surreal journey through endless contemporary architecture -- ridiculously unsustainable, all of it beautiful. Without a light or reflective clothing, I was just an invisible bit of this city's evening subculture: Wide immaculate sidewalks lit just enough by landscape lighting, used by not a single human. Of course it is a full moon, and Mazzy Star was in my buds. The temperature was almost down to 80.
Because my feet got beaten up on the Lime Kiln trail, this was supposed to be a easy recovery thing. No. After a few minutes I was into something different. For the sake of my feet on concrete, I finally forced myself to stop at one hour.
With every building glass-fronted, there was no hiding the show: yoga, Crossfit, indoor baseball training, volleyball camp, interspersed with perfect Dwell-picture offices and the occasional late night executive still at her desk, still in her heels. Lines of Mercedes SUVs picking up kids from aqua camp and the climbing gym. The equestrian center, the convention center, all lights and water sprinklers.
Once again I was reminded of where my feet can take me - not always where I expect. Serendipity in this weird dreamscape.