Last week provided a couple breaks in the rain
for some exploring rides.
Trailing behind I watched the antics,
remembering how some of the best days of summer
only required some bricks or an old tire,
a piece of wood,
and my bike.
Exploring our way back home we pass a protest.
"What are they doing"
"Why are they out here?"
"Let's keep riding guys".
Really, how do you explain some things?
Or when.
The last week,
has looked like this:
You measure how hard it's raining,
by how many blocks before your shoes start sloshing.
The only thing on your mind,
on a cold and windy commute home,
'Will they dry out in time for tomorrow?'
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