It’s been a tough week. The man has got me pinned and I needed escape. Big plans were in the works – now the best I could do is an evening jaunt.
Make it hard. Grab the SS. Nothing else will do on a short time leash.
Sweat. Moves. Motion. All join forces to land at the top.
In the evening autumn clarity I had some of my own.
It’s been a great season and I’m hungry for every bit of potential ’09 presents. A growing feeling of place. And a love like I never knew was possible grows yet even more.
Things ain’t so bad.
This is my town. Pretty damn cool I gotta say.