Finally, I got out of the house, out of my skin, out of my head, out on the road. I repaired my old and ailing bike with some new tires and adjustments and went for a familiar ride to the top of the Gundlach Bundschu winery. I pumped and pumped and panted and struggled, but I made it.
I want to win my heart back. I want to feel it alive and beating in my chest, to remind myself that nothing is half over, but that life is only more complete. I wish to re-ignite the spark of it.
I have begun reading a collection of short stories by Sam Shepard. It will be time to travel again soon.
This time I'm going to get it right.
The full Strawberry Moon rises tonight.
I will be waiting.
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