Discovering Morning

on a bike crash: there is something about wrecking on your bike that feels so defeating. not sure why this is, but it hurts deeper than the little scuffs you gain on your forearm. when i crashed, i remember feeling the need to cry about it. not so much because of the mild pain the crash caused me to my right hip and elbow but more because of the feeling that i had just failed. when E told me about her bike wreck where she had turned a corner and her front tire suddenly slipped out from under her due to a carpet of soggy leaves, she told me with tears in her eyes and a shaky voice. she cautioned me to always look out for wet leaves on pavement. i heard her caution others about this too. cyclists look out for each other! there must also be something about the spectacle of a bike wreck, which usually happens just as you are in front of or moving through a crowd of people. your cyclist pride is damaged when others watch you fail so hard at something you are usually really good at. al...

at 11:50 AM there are technically 10 more minutes of morning left. There is family of deer outside my window and Tom Hanks is hosting Wait Wait, Don't Tell Me. Every tap on the keyboard from my long fingernails comes without forethought. And i want to get more in the habit of this. writing without predisposition because maybe more magically sporadical thoughts can come when i have no thoughts to begin with. I also feel that i worry less about reader impression, as if there are any readers of this at all. i think i may be the only person that checks this page, but i am okay with that. i need more practice in honing in the prose of this space before letting others in on my little secret. i revisit this page few and far between but it is something that i feel can play a great role in my future as i think about more traveling opportunities and my every present desire to write things down. i want to work on becoming more marketable. (is that desire also transferable to my REAL LIFE SE...