Eve

I search, listening to hundreds of songs.  It just takes a brief second, nay, onto the next one,... or the rare, cool, and move on to the acquire stage.   Then someone comes along.   Holding something in there hand you've never seen, but much the same as all the rest. It follows all the rules, but when you bite into it its bitter, short of a tad of common.  But you like it, why?   The Extra Lens-  "Ambivalent Landscape Z"  so many types of apples nowadays, you evil snaker.
                       

and the skys shook a bit last night, just a light dust of snow was knocked loose.

The growler was empty.

bottles a many.

but clear heads prevailed.

so to the mountain

and a pre-race jaunt about on the trails.

the shadows held the unmelted snow.

and the sun just a touch of soft ground.

Its easy to say, this has been some of the best bike riding I've done.

eve of the AM

the bite of a burn of cold.

to Fort Collins

the scene?

you know.

Bike racing.

The next time I blink I'm in the Grid.

to the magic time, just after the words

"15 seconds"

has left the lips.

The eve.

cheers, dlowe.