sycamores

the eyes shut it was I could take in for one day. I nodded in & out of sleep, curious if not only dad yet if friends would survive this colossal storm? 6am risen, a war of caffeine consumption plus sneezing began! I sat, sipped, saw all of your pics.

after news of egypt, cyclone, sno I bailed on the bike. some bloke drew up a loop, so I said “lets do it!” a tailwind nudged me east, cool but the sun was nice. the oncoming bike lane sunny, mine shaded by sycamores. I saw this city worker approach, “hi man do you like Sram?”

I sat trying figure out where to go, no bike lane? a ride down this street, turn back up this one, shit erupted. an unusual dirt path was all I had, I yelled “fuck!” if I u-turn the ride back just suicide. funny did I just see a group of cyclists in team kits roll up ahead, possibly?

am I lost no but the world is a mess…