9/09/2010

Clawing

Clawing thru what's left of the Summer season, the chill ebbs and flows like pushing up from the bottom after you've gone too deep. I need that extra spring off the floor to propel thru the dense to open into the light. At this point I think the light will be that first set of barriers in race #1.

1 comment:

Elgee said...

get your arse up to Steamboat tomorrow and give me something to yap about, bring the rest of the kooks with you, including the Judge.

Out.