heavy was the morning air with the promise of rain, even the wind sang the same tune. the city was gray, chilly - and this was oddly invigorating. kept the windows down, blasted the music, tore through the streets with my need for speed, screamsinging with my hair wildly encroaching my vision.

little things like this make up for having to work on saturdays.

published on Aug 25 07 at 9:18 am under category : personal.