Friday, December 04, 2009
Time to move is now.
I am racing home on my bike.
Carefully racing, remaining alert and having a safe day.
I follow a path in my mind, one I know by heart.
Watch for cars, mind the turns, fly down the straightaways.
Listening for loose gravel popping under my tires.
Focused on the road.
Never minding the scenery.
Racing home to my family.
The family I made from scratch.
My whole life is built on top of a quaking pile of luck that I have to shore up constantly.
Like a pyramid on top of an upside down pyramid.
Slapping mud into the cracks.
Tying down flaps and nailing flats to beams.