The air is cool and the warmth of the sunset layering over my skin. The smell of hotdogs sprays like a mist in the humid air.
(I’m sorry. You depended on me and relayed on my strength and I failed you.)
the hydraulics to the dump truck need to be changed, I wonder if the messenger on the bike will notice the dump truck [ in time] as he approaches the turn?..
Part of getting along with life is picking up some pieces and molding new ones.
As I cruise down romance highway I feel myself making swurves, as in moving in a lane like driving.
Nothing against swurves, they are inevitable. It’s the changing of direction that takes focus and practice.
I feel the air…cool and thin as I pass through it, humidity high with moisture collecting on the walls.
The sun adds layers of warmth upon my skin with the scent/taste of citrus in the air.
First is the stretch in my muscles as they start to work. After a few minutes my muscle begin to burn and I start to breathe.
I go out at night and I feel cool and refreshed. Feeling and interacting with my environment gives me a sense of calm, tranquility and awareness. The feedback I receive from my surroundings assures me of my presence and the role of which I play.