dont let the future go to your head

every morning, i wake up. and every morning, i ride my bike down to the distant foggy grey of San Francisco downtown.
i follow the roads, i weave the cars. sometimes i precariously ballance a cup of strong, strong, coffee to wake me while i ride. sometimes i dont.
i arrived in san diego on a grey afternoon like the one i had left. i left on a sunny eve.
in the middle there were so many wonderful people, i cant..dont want to, wrap my head arround it.
its been a long time since ive felt so comfortable in my own skin.
yes, it sounds cheesy and worded. but it's true. there was a certain sort of relaxed, flowing happiness i felt down there that i am saddly lacking right now. it was great. i am better and wanting more. make me laugh and be silly and creative and fun. lets drink and eat grass and ride bikes.