Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Bubble in time...

There is a dualism to my mornings, lately.

My elbow's effed after a mountain bike fall and I can't work out in the mornings. Instead I doze, read, and watch the sun rise.

Which tugs at me, makes me realize there's more to life than thrusting myself like a knife blade into the guts of another day.

And yet part of what makes f*cking off so delicious - if only for minutes at a time - is knowing what lies after. The avalanche of activity perched and waiting to come crashing down the mountain.

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