What Destination?

Every journey has an A and a B, but so often we forget what is inbetween. What Destination? is what this is all about, the bit inbetween.
What a difference a day makes.
Only a day ago, Friday night was I feeling sorry for myself and down in the dumps. Feeling a bit shitty about working in a basement and not getting much thanks for it, I needed to give myself a slap and tell myself that there’s so much to be grateful for and what a day to do it. Since my friend who used to live in Washington D.C. and now resides here in Blackley is hosting Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday night this would be the day, unbeknown to me what a contrast this day would be.
Summer doesn’t seem to be giving up without a fight, now and again it rears its beautiful head through the icy wind and fog, and this day I caught a rare glimpse.
I love the way a bicycle can bring you from a shitty self-pitying slump to being completely happy with the world. Huge turkeys help too.

What a difference a day makes.

Only a day ago, Friday night was I feeling sorry for myself and down in the dumps. Feeling a bit shitty about working in a basement and not getting much thanks for it, I needed to give myself a slap and tell myself that there’s so much to be grateful for and what a day to do it. Since my friend who used to live in Washington D.C. and now resides here in Blackley is hosting Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday night this would be the day, unbeknown to me what a contrast this day would be.

Summer doesn’t seem to be giving up without a fight, now and again it rears its beautiful head through the icy wind and fog, and this day I caught a rare glimpse.

I love the way a bicycle can bring you from a shitty self-pitying slump to being completely happy with the world. Huge turkeys help too.

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