My neighbors left town, someone asked where they went and I said "Chile" thoroughly not knowing where they went as I don't talk to them and have never engaged them in a conversation, when they returned only a few days later I was genuinely surprised that they came back from Chile so soon. Why would you go to South America for a long weekend?
Looking around for the things I know aren't there, with a little soundtrack in my head. Playing on a loop to only hear what I want. Isn't that the warmth of synthetic insulation on a cold afternoon? Instead of pushing what isn't supposed to be there, pulling through on the right day in favor of the right things in places I know they fit. Looking soon to see the ink, it's been so long since I was outside at 5 am, soon those will be my puzzles and my warmth, insulation inside.
Two headed boy With pulleys and weights Creating a radio played just for two In the parlor with a moon across her face And through the music he sweetly displays Silver speakers that sparkle all day Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face And in the dark we will take off our clothes And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine Lyrics by Jeff Mangum, NMH
I listen to what the day brings, if the options only allow 3 hours, why push for more? I had the honor of getting on the climbs with a fast guy, work was very good, it settled a few of the ghosts in my head. These rides aren't as rare as I get to thinking. Form will come, I can't expect it yesterday or next week, it hasn't been that kind of winter.