Damp and chilled in Phila.
the weather here is just starting to turn, a damp soft ground that will linger and cold winds that will sneak down my neck, like my wife's, drunk on wine, fingers. ah those pointy nails,... fall... to sambas, to cool... personality.
O Céu Desabou-
the clouds roll in low, hanging heavy, full of damp cool air.
I just went steady, out on the cross bike, bigger gear, for a bit. Coffee, pick-up stop for some fresh rolls, my lunch.
shower, nap, out the door to buy a king size bed.
and then to give a first timer a cross lesson, and Wednesday Night Cross practice.
a chilly PBR, and a good nights sleep.
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