# @thekoreanvegan on Instagram

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- **Original URL:** https://www.instagram.com/p/DQrrsyXCUq5
- **Gondola URL:** https://gondola.cc/posts/36599082-thekoreanvegan-instagram
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- **Posted:** 2025-11-05T17:06:12.000+00:00
- **Account Owner:** Joanne L. Molinaro, The Korean Vegan (@thekoreanvegan) — https://gondola.cc/thekoreanvegan

## Caption

A breezy 5M this morning. The sun stays trapped behind a thick, impenetrable layer of clouds. I am sliding into a crisp, cotton sheets, chilled after leaving the windows open on a rainy afternoon, I think. The miles are easy and forgettable. I spot the long narrow acorns scattered across the pavement and for a moment, I can see God—an older man with a black robe and thick black glasses, like the kind Daddy used to wear when we were little—tossing the little brown grenades onto my path as if capering inside the mad fringe of dementia.

I folded up my favorite blue Nike long sleeve tee the night before and set it on my nightstand, together with my sports bra and shorts. It’s been cooler in the mornings here, in the low 50s. But I end up wrapping the shirt around my waist less than a mile in. I can map out how to dress for a run down to the degree in Chicago, but SoCal continues to confound me with the quality of its cold, an aloofness that guards a warmth refusing to give quarter to fall.

Anthony told me this was his father’s t-shirt. I only got to know Robert for about a year. He used to kiss me on the cheek when I came over. He once said “I love you” before hanging up the phone and to this day, I wonder whether he did it by rote or whether he truly loved his future daughter-in-law before his own son could muster up the courage to say those three life changing words to me.

As I jog up the steep hill back home—a .4 mile climb—I think “this is life.” A series of ups and downs, sleeps and awakes, brushing teeth and baking bread, running up a hill while watching a brace of clouds hurtle away past your feet, and relishing the sharp burn of nettles across your heart as you remember the precise inflection of your husband’s voice when you came down the staircase wearing your favorite blue t-shirt and he said, “you look good in it.”

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