24 Miles. thats What Maps.google.com says. 24 miles. K and I took a much needed bike ride up to the cloisters, well near the cloisters. As I said in the previous post last week was a hard week for me and something like this was just what the doctor ordered.
It was hot but not humid, the breeze was nice. Our back packs were packed with our frozen water bottles, blanket and turkey samitch. We’ve done this ride before but only to the 79th street basin. This time we will go to the cloisters, dammit.
Emotions are a complicated thing, it’s something that separates us from the likes of, let’s say, a tree. We are sometimes run by them, we sometimes mask them and we even sometimes keep them bottled up inside only to explode. This past week I ran the gamut of emotions that I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
It’s pretty strange that I am actually considering this year to be the antithesis of last year. It is rather laughable and right now I’m laughing out loud and rolling on the floor, or however those stupid messaging acronyms goes. I don’t like to compare my years but this time its just there to compare.
