bicycle.

frosty days are the best.  not cold, just frosty.  my bicycle has enormous handles and i feel like i'm riding an elephant or a deer or some sort of ancient horned beast, maybe with fur, maybe made of steel.  i will probably ride this thing into the heavens when, you know, when they open or whatever.

there is this hill on the way home that is preceded by a downward slope and a perfectly coordinated traffic light and a large bike lane and it is my favorite.  i wait for this every time. i stall and i hold the brake and my beast waits and when the light changes, we release and charge forward and we charge the hill and we charge.

you will see me and you will see a horned beast, great and green and named and loved by so many people.  you will see us with no protection and no idea where we're headed but when we get there, our mouths, lips and teeth will be dry from wide open, idiot smiling into the wind.

update.

i shower more now.

just so that's settled.

i now need to write more and i need to write more songs. so i have new homework.

EITHER a new song or a new story a week.

hold me accountable.