Los Saicos, the first rough and tumble band? Peru early 1960's. Just doing what cha do, just how it happens.
Its Saturday morning, I got up at 6, did the drives TT, stopped for fresh bread and rolls, soon a shower and off to work.
Yesterday, after a nap I pedaled over to Belmont: transcribed from wadded up note pad.
I'm Sitting at the picnic bench on the top of Belmont Plateau. A short ride from my house.
I'm tired, from work, and some music blaring out of rolled down car windows drives by.
A few rain drops are falling, making it through the leaf canopy above me and landing on my paper as I write.
I sit under a large, old, tree. Sipping a beers. I brought two to help pass the time, to enjoy.
I look up and see the tree I've looked at many time. I have taken its picture through out the last couple of seasons. Thoughts,.. Patience, a word that has been stuck in my unfocused mind, ...and also that it has been a long time since I've felt alone.
I like being by myself. It is quite surprising how easy it is to find a beautiful, quiet, place to sit, within the city limits of Philadelphia.
The chip, the digital world, has made/given us the tools to act in an instant. We don't have to wait or do much to find or give info (its starting to rain a bit hard) and its really funny cause my pen is starting to run outta ink.
oh well... another beer, I'll enjoy the cool breeze, hit up a few trails and head home.