
the beauty of having a friend who's always late is that you get to stop and smell the roses, per say. wet commute on the evening of art walk. felt good to breathe deep, feel speed and not have a deep ache in my heel. i reacquainted myself with the idea of breaking a sweat and found my legs pretty snappy on the ride over. burrito and beer with stump, then mounted the lights for a night urban cross ride. 15 minutes he leads, i have to follow, then 15 minutes, i lead. leader picks the route. 2 hours later, totally clapped out and muddy the door swings open at the villard street pub and i clomp, clomp my cycling shoes and muddy face up to the bar to order a pitcher of something cold to enjoy by the outdoor firepit. shoulders and forearms were sore. legs were deep and twitchy. mud mashed flat in the creases of my smile. it felt good to be out having fun instead of caged in fiberglass and the 4 walls of my home. no expectations, just enjoyment of the gift that opportunity and creativity afford us. leaves are on the ground. snow is on the mountains. mischief is afoot.




