...then again, sometimes it is.
Tuesday night DIY appointment cancelled Baiku.
6pm. 5 degrees. Clear sky. Blue and pink turning black. Cross bike. Begin. Shorts. Return. Change. 3/4's, + extra Layer. Fingers and toes, numb and numb-er. Climb above the rest of society and look down on them. Stop, look at Bognor lights and Gatwick planes. The moon lights my way. Half a mile by nature's candles. Rut. Adrenaline. Lights. Greet donkey. Decend. Resist urge to absorb whispy mist over lake moment. Bloodstream not talking to toes and fingers about to go on strike. Spin back past pubs with woodfires and air filled with the promise of roast dinner. 9pm. Home. 0 degrees. Best 6 degrees of separation of my life.
Tuesday night DIY appointment cancelled Baiku.
6pm. 5 degrees. Clear sky. Blue and pink turning black. Cross bike. Begin. Shorts. Return. Change. 3/4's, + extra Layer. Fingers and toes, numb and numb-er. Climb above the rest of society and look down on them. Stop, look at Bognor lights and Gatwick planes. The moon lights my way. Half a mile by nature's candles. Rut. Adrenaline. Lights. Greet donkey. Decend. Resist urge to absorb whispy mist over lake moment. Bloodstream not talking to toes and fingers about to go on strike. Spin back past pubs with woodfires and air filled with the promise of roast dinner. 9pm. Home. 0 degrees. Best 6 degrees of separation of my life.
