last night someone said to me, 'i don't how you bike in this heat, it's so brave.' and another guy, overhearing, said, 'brave? no. it's tough". And I preened. My whole life, I've longed to be tough. I'm not, particularly, but i have my moments.

lots of clarity this evening, but it's the kind that comes from half a bottle of wine and a couple of beers.

i just keep waiting for everything to fall into place. Eventually i will see a path forward.. in the meantime, there are bike rides through warm summer nights, flowers on all the trees, and friends. it's all murkier than i would choose, but i do okay.

12:04 a.m. - 2013-06-28