remember, my memory

[danielmaydie]

i closed up shop a little earlier than
usual today since it was so slow. over-
cast skies'll do that to a bike shop.
aaron took off once i showed up so i got
to spend the evening riding tiny bikes
around inside and playing hackey sack for
amusement. it was alriiight.
lights out, shut down, and i'm cruisin
on over to nob hill for some badly needed
cleaning supplies and oh yeah, food. it
was a trick, but i managed to fit
everything into my backpack.
wobbling slightly from the imbalanced
contents, my teeth clenched around
a bag of carl's jr. that had nowhere else
to go, i managed to pound my way up the
steep and menacing slope that is dickman
ave., and not a moment too soon.
the first actual rain we've had in the area
since i moved here came down in buckets just
now. there was a very long moment. i sat out-
side our door on the mat, leaned my head back,
closed my eyes and just listened, opening them
every now and then to stare into the pale rain-
clouds, backlit from the setting sun. mother
nature's hypno-therapy dripping it's calm
into my ears via the surrounding cascade of
pattering soak. things are kinda scattered
right now, and my brain's everywhere. it felt
so good just to sit there. the buddha flowed.
and will soon empty out into a pacifically
hot shower, taken with the bathroom window
wide open.