It's not my tired, brittle bones, because the so terrible groan and squeak, but the bottom bracket of the wheel. All the more, the more violent I step on the pedals. That does not sound good. Years ago I broke even on the open road a bottom bracket under the butt together. In the evening I will bring it to the bike shop, so they look there for it.
The swarm wild geese who crosses me in the morning at the height of the bridge over the A52, has something very comforting and confidence pin end. This is sorely needed in this crisis-ridden days. The wild geese follow the light band obviously the highway. No traffic jams, no stress, no stress. Even without alcohol.
schools are still not my thing. Since I do prefer to do with the carrion crow, the within reach and at eye level floats down slowly from a street tree on a fence post. If I stop now and grab the camera, she immediately flies away. So I let it remain.
afternoon, all the dice have fallen as a chirp, the over-wintering birds in the sunshine. Outrageously loud. The white vapor trail in the blue sky still draw on the arduous level. A rotten wheel, a tired vultures on the way home.
The swarm wild geese who crosses me in the morning at the height of the bridge over the A52, has something very comforting and confidence pin end. This is sorely needed in this crisis-ridden days. The wild geese follow the light band obviously the highway. No traffic jams, no stress, no stress. Even without alcohol.
schools are still not my thing. Since I do prefer to do with the carrion crow, the within reach and at eye level floats down slowly from a street tree on a fence post. If I stop now and grab the camera, she immediately flies away. So I let it remain.
afternoon, all the dice have fallen as a chirp, the over-wintering birds in the sunshine. Outrageously loud. The white vapor trail in the blue sky still draw on the arduous level. A rotten wheel, a tired vultures on the way home.
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