what is remembered (to be lifted)


in the fall I found myself in the places I used to know. fridays mornings in a classroom, friday afternoons on the highway. it was every friday that I headed for the hills, so hellbent on getting somewhere, so hellbent going, so hellbent on curved roads, so hellbent on losing thought and losing mind, losing it all to those curved roads. those roads and that bike, they elated me. sometimes i cried and sometimes i was happy and sometimes i screamed in sheer ecstasy- that is how it was to feel free. one october afternoon i made it to pemberton. the night started to curl into something else, all pink and blue and shivery, cold. life felt so fleeting. winter was coming.

that is what i remember of that time. 




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