Jonas

10/4/07

I flew this morning-riding my bike-fleeing from something or to something-not quite sure which. Outdistancing my thoughts, my tiredness, my sleep deprived emotions. Riding fast, going hard. Brakes barely slowing me down, wind chilly past my body. On an island of grass-three deer. Two fled from my approach-one remained. And just looked at me. Just stared a me. And I felt this-this is what I was running to.