A Summer Evening’s Thought
written 10 Jun 2008 over a light lunch
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The cold, sweated on and leather of my seat and its all I can do to not have my eyes drown in the blazing evening humidity of a month before summer. I feel the urge to run, hike, walk and bike, explore, disbound and explode into whatever amount of amazement my ego tells me I was meant to be. The urge to live more. The urge to be always more.
But that’s all that it is, the urge. The drive seems sunken so far into this old leather lazy boy that the day, as soon as it seems, when I finally make myself into that motion is desperately far away.
All quiet on the frontier...
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