For the first time in what seems a very long time, i got up this past Sunday morning with an old familiar feeling. The NEED to go for a ride. Of course I always like riding, but sometimes you just get so filled with the all encompassing fever of having to get out there.
Is it a mere coincidence that the Husband Bench is situated in front of a fire hydrant? If they really wanted to be helpful to the guys, they might want to add a ‘Purse Hook’ on that wall right behind the bench. Voila! Nirvana.
How many times can i say i have passed this little windmill without ever noticing it? A hundred? A million? Sometimes beautiful little things are right under our noses, overlooked and unappreciated.
I wait in calm waters for the tide to sweep in.