Work + Biking

We are back on the right side of daylight savings. As I get older that change throws me more and more out of whack. This was the first Monday waking up with some semblance of sunlight and the act feels good.

Work has been killing me, forcing me to live in a state of unknowning. My reading has mostly been about absurdism which has been, maybe oddly, comforting. I think a lot of what I can do right now, just close my eyes and enjoy falling through the void. Which sounds pretty dark but that loss of control is comforting, I promise. I know I can do no less than my best and if pieces of my job don’t connect, then what else am I to do? As much as I can, I have given.

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I want tattoos of bike tire treads. The only place I’ve felt free is mounted on my bike.

sun beam’n
wiggle wobble around the pot holes
riding green waves between painted lines
every hill climb an aspiration to ascend
sweat tickles my spine like you nails
speed kicks gravel into the chain
the give of my back tire on a turn
every pedal length, the frame my extension
handle bars set the path forward
an only option

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Wiggle wobble thing tires dance on the lip of potholes, the rear tire gives and the handlebars bend even further forward to take the ascension aspiration. Pedal pushes long strides of chain groaning and clicking the tongue of the cantilever saying here we go in, we are familiar with every hill.