Yet

Part of my commute when I ride the paved path takes me around the backside of a hospital and medical office building, when I see someone standing out back finishing their cigarette I chuckle. How can you administer or facilitate the medical process in any way and maintain some shred of credibility while harboring a habit like that? It's like a heroin addict running a methadone clinic. Anyway, I feel a change in the air, autumn isn't far away, I can smell the barriers and maybe a hint of some mud, perhaps Portland mud or maybe East Coast mud. Either way it will be good, how could it not?