Flowers grow and poetry gets written on walls.
July is waning and school is about to come to bear in the lives of millions of kids in the northern hemisphere beholden to the industrial age's feeble version of school. Things happen, and when they go askew, it's not often that we can find a good trail toward a a place of repair or causation, so keep your heart and mind in a good, safe place.
I'm glad I have a good friend who happens to be a damned good bike mechanic, one way or the other.
No comments:
Post a Comment