I went on my first bike ride this Spring. The weather was perfect; gorgeous day. Adam and I spent the day together, and even though we did pretty much nothing, it was a wonderful day. Leeanna called me, worried, but now I think we're okay. I am. I hope she is.

I noticed a lot of things today. I keep observing. It's strange, yet so like me, to do this. To notice the littlest gestures, the slightest of expressions. The way my bike hits the grass when I drop it carelessly, how statuesque someone is when they sleep, how in love I am, with this time of the year, with everyone, everything. And how easily and quickly one forgets their entangled thoughts, caught up in the grace of the surreal present.

If only I were a ballet dancer, I could dance and dance and dance, and spin and spin and spin, forever, in this current mindset. Sigh.

This is a neat little setup you have here, Eva the magnificent. I think I'm going back to black, instead of my grey.. And I totally agree with you about this burst of pleasent weather. It brings back old memories. Moments that, at the time, were like... a personal Nirvana. Your presence being one of them. Thank you for makeing a yourself a spot in my mind.

OH. WE SO HAVE TO GO ON A MIDNIGHT BIKE RIDE. IT WOULD RAWK.

~ Joe.

I agree with Joe. To the fullest extent... well. Other than the "going back to black thing". >_>.
-Kevin.