March 13, 2013
Intense jump rope, stripped down to shorts in locker, sweaty, recovering, friend comes in and challenges me to a spin class, done, socks and shoes back on, soaked shirt back on, clinging cold, breakfast with he and master brewer, home to work, pleasant DMV visit, funny photo, book stores, early beer, Caveman discount, burrito, 48 hour film festival meeting, unintentionally dine and ditch, back mill road, a leggy theater hug, backstage spread, bulleit bourbon, smoked trout, olives, trio string band, 2 guys, a girl, first set moving, break, virgin lungs hating me, vibrating, the lights dim, thankfully, intense second set, encore a rocking fiddle tune, forgot to mention an 8’x8’ Tibeten Rug, the coordination, there on the ride home, it’s the measure of time and space blown out of proportion. There was a moment on the back muddy roads listening, radio loud, the universe gives me Bryan Adams, “I do it for you” and I listen to the whole thing, totally moved, driving through the foggy trees, travelling more than the physical miles, baroney, driveway, Sunday Bloody Sunday, car down, radio on, breathing belly deep, sucking in possibilities, exhaling turned on light switches, breathing in deep, pulling people in now, breathing out my finger branches, breathing in you, breathing out me. Car off, out in snow, home. This.