The heart of hearts is a curious beast for sure, bound by no tracks, unrestrained and free. A rocket ship into unchartered territories, twisting, turning, often spinning you into uncontrollable loops as galaxies and universes you never dreamed exsited, bewilder and awe your soul.
Frank Sintra on the Bluetooth asking if I would like to carry moonbeams home in a jar. Rain gently falling. A guy pulls up beside me as I am almost home, he has a sympathetic smile and says "I am sorry you have ride in the rain". Soaking wet my smile is genuine as I think the difference between him and me is I am living, he is existing, I pedal off shouting to myself, I am alive, I would much rather ride in the rain, enjoying the adventure than to be stuck in a car.
chasingperi 