Another day lifted into the winds. Soon enough, the evidence of it will be lost.
The weather is lifting, though only during the week. It rained last weekend and will do the same this next, I'm told. I'm told lots of things, it is too bad that I so rarely listen.
Tonight I go to see a friend. It is the opening of an exhibit: Bill Graham and the Rock and Roll Revolution. My legs don't want to push the gas pedal, or the brake. I did not make it to the gym today. I wish to lie around and read, maybe watch a movie, a documentary.
Another night descending from well above the winds. The evidence is arriving.
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