6:47 am, Corona
"They tell me you've touched the face of God..."
We moved in procession, first down the stairs, then up a ramp and forward on the boardwalk-style walkway. A procession of runners walking toward the park.
I was moving to music, feeling my uneven footsteps touch each board. I had just gotten off the train in Queens, and “In the Heat of the Moment” by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds came on.
The song be…