reflections from Xiandai Dadao

...this wordworm is dedicated to my good friend Doug Milam. he is amused by this world and fascinated with its messages, clues, and inky witprints.  he inspires me to see this world in different wavelengths, write about it, and change myself in the process.  he's nothing short of a brilliant sand castle carver with miles of beach, buckets of laughter, and eons of sunshine...

Sitting on my bicycle pulled over out of harm's way - respect the speedy scooter or careless ebike.

i shed my down vest and shell to acknowledge how distant the near frozen morning has become.

the sun warms everything not blocked by the twenty-six story apartment buildings, making the shade feel like the afternoon has slipped away.

my front tire rests at an angle on the curb making its own shadows on the sidewalk.

my wool sweater and jeans retaining the warmth recently earned.

i reach for a vacuum bottle of coffee out of greed for the next level; beyond perfection - a fool's motion.

…and yet to trade a sliver of awareness for the bliss of steamy java seems an obvious transition.

warm, almost hot, liquid slithering to the back of the mouth and down the throat.

eyes open, then dart, half-smile asking for validation, sun slips below the roof line.

i enjoy the moment and it passes so quickly

leaving like a friend you love because they don't get attached, like you do, to the past.

one more sip of joe; time to go…