alright, maybe i'm the luckiest person on the planet. probably not, but, well, it can't be too bad, sitting in november on a veranda, in shorts and no shoes, and suddenly there are no limits any more.
gone is the safety, gone is the wind, gone are the ropes that tie me down. i am tired, but wide awake, i am lost, but i am going forward.
saturday, yeah.
and it feels great!