"contrast" she would say.

and the time is a dizzying blur. the most beautiful things, inexplicable really, come to pass in canada, and this man returns with his heart swirling and spinning and dancing. leaping from his chest, a tail of light trailing behind. and yes, my dearies, the words shall arrive.

for now though, the road calls. we are late for the climbing of an 11,000 ft. summit, and tents beneath a full moon. the head moves slowly, reeling from the curviest of flights and the somewhat graceless slip back into this world of slow movement; the bicycle. the lack of comfort. contrast she would say. there is magic in the contrast.

oh, oh, oh. how can someone miss someone else so much?

but alas, the bikes are loaded, the heart longing. the legs rested. again, we ride.

Posted by jeff pitcher at July 2, 2004 12:16 PM

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