Tuesday, November 08, 2011


The chirp of crickets as their time comes to a close, the hum of tires on a smooth surface, the drone of traffic vacillating as my momentum shifts, crunch, crackle and snap of plummeting leaves after losing their tenuous grip, "was that just a critter in that drain?", heavy breathing at that right turn. Dark, quiet, noisy.

1 comment:

David Crowell said...

"Was the a critter in the drain?"

Nice. Reminds me of our Monday night ride where I saw the first deer, but only heard the second.

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