so damn classy

there’s a sunrise in my journal. it’s just all right. but the inspiration is so beautiful you don’t talk about it out loud. you don’t remember it in silence.

it’s earth week and all i can do to celebrate is ride my bike across town. my brakes are squeaky and it makes me nervous, but i rode through brighton park on thursday anyway.
i slowed my pace, became a follower, and the noise stopped. the sun came through the trees just right, golden green. a dead leaf met the ground, and i felt the wind at my back, my tires rolling over the warm asphalt track, heaven in our town.