City

The leaves are shuffling their way down the street. The bridge up ahead is unusually empty for the time of day. The shadows are getting longer but the sun isn't dipping behind the buildings just yet. The light is just starting to take on a red wash. I adjust my coat just before I reach the bridge, pulling it a little tighter, closing the second button. I've pause for a bit, looking out over the river. The sun is just clipping the edge of a distant building, into the canyon the water cuts between the sky scrapers.

And we wasted so much time.

You Are

A light breeze, ethereal.
Just a whisper, the most vaporous touch.

It lifts me up, my earthly corpse fading below.
Until it is nothing more than a gossamer anchor.

Winter cycling has been going much better than last year. I'm managing to get multiple rides in each week (weather and health permitting). Here is my current hour and a half ride, uploaded to MapMyRide.

I've been working out...

Never Alone

Little and scared
you were the one
who always dared
to lead the way

And now that we're
not so small
you're still out there
in front of me
holding my hand
not so scared

This winter has been
so long and cold
You're gone and now
I'm alone

But even so
your memory is
like a light
shining through
the haze
Still showing me
the way

Freedom Trail

I sadly have very few photos from my freedom trail ride but here are some of them in a Animoto short clip.



Here is the full photo album:

Feeling Poetic [Epiphany]

I think I
must
look
inside my
mind
and I just
might find
myself
again
not that I ever really lost me but sometimes I just feel like I don't really see, me, and how I really want to be me.
I need to write it down to remember like a letter to myself I can read over and over again because its at times like this when it seems so clear so near that I can reach out and touch it grab it hold onto it but I know it will fade and I'll forget and tick over a sad finite automaton tick tock winding down my spring until I'll stop It's just a moment like this a shooting star only I am the star ablaze with reentry purpose defined potential alive a complete abandonment of fear enough to even forget its fleeting believing that just for this moment it will stay.

remember
vision
joy
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