My full suspension sits in the corner, a lost case. It’s too dirty. Might as well accept it. My hardtail on the stand awaits the de-bagging and general cleanup. And in the wings my fatty is awaiting it’s trip to the stand to be geared up for this weekend’s RMVQ. So much work tonight. I think I will sit down and relax … and contemplate a strategy.
The sky is blue, sitting high above me. I look to it’s richness and depth. It’s just too expansive. Might as well accept I am meaningless. The traditional structure reaches to the sky in a way that seems psychotic in a ordered perfect way. And the modern, almost alien, structure stands against it reflecting all elements. Too much to take in and I sit down on the park bench … to contemplate my path home.
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