Work and school have been beating me down, but commuting has kept me happy. I've missed my daily lunch run for the past two days, but have taken the long way home each evening. Up and down the back country roads, racing with my silly blinky lights, lit up like a Christmas tree. Grateful for the dark and the wind and the trees, the clear skies, the cold and freedom.
Remembering a little Bradbury:
Everything that happens before Death is what counts.
― Something Wicked This Way Comes