I have come to love Fridays for more than the simple fact that a Friday is the gateway to the weekend. Friday now symbolizes, to me anyway, a nice bike ride. So ... yesterday I hit up the Bo-Fax, 7 Sisters, Tam, Mill Valley ride to ease into my weekend. As I crept up Bolinas Road there was this beautiful woman on a bicycle coming down. First, this is not derogatory. All women on bikes are beautiful. We have bike riding in common and anyone who rides is cool by me. So we all, those of us who ride, start beautiful and /or cool. One has to earn a fall from grace after that; and many have and will become R2-D-Bags. But that is neither here nor there. So, this beautiful woman rounded a turn, then another, and she told 2 friends and so on and so on. Do you see the symbolism there? The Seven sisters? Get it. I sure hope so. Whatever it was it meant I should keep riding; and keep riding I did. Whew. Seven sisters. Tam. Descend. I felt awful going down but it was still stellar. Friday afternoons are now my gateway, my pearlys, my precipice of total sweetness. Rinse repeat. That is what is happening Father's Day. I shall rinse repeat and hopefully create a beautiful threshold into the start of the work week, create pleasure where none exists.
It is cool, in every sense of the word, under the Redwood canopy. I leave you with this thought.
Out!
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