Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Hope

Austin, TX
Shoal Creek Trail
south of W38th St

When traveling for business, the packing process includes rolling a bicycle into the cab behind the front seats. Many times, it doesn't come out until I get back home. But I put it in there because I hope for better things. Occasionally, like yesterday afternoon, the clouds of circumstances part, the bright sun of opportunity shines, and my hope pays.

7 comments:

  1. Good on ya, man. It's always nice to break up the monotonous strangenes of a business trip with something you love to do.

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  2. Heh! "Monotonous Strangeness" might become the working title for the CD I am working on...

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  3. Jon, I've got to admit the strangeness is not exactly monotonous. Due to the stress level, I sometimes wish for monotonous. But it sure is strange. Intriguing title for a CD though.

    Greg, yeah, I wish I would have thought to say that.

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  4. Hope springs eternal!

    Myself, I am eyeballing this weekend to see if I still have legs. If I do, it's 20 up a mountain to Morrison and back. When the weather breaks and the sun shines, you can't wait, you have to go.

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  5. I could have sworn I left a comment on this post?

    Anyway, it said something like, "Way to go, planning for a sunny day".

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  6. Good work being prepared like that. Too often I am unmotivated in the mornings but regret not having my bike by the time I leave for home. I shall take a lesson from your wisdom.

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