Post by red on Apr 5, 2008 19:12:58 GMT -5
I was sitting on a dilapidated bank outside a gas station, eating Chex Mix and drinking orange juice. I was enjoying a few rare minutes of what Pearl S. Buck has aptly called the luxury of idleness, my body basking in the warm sunlight and my mind resting in the serene solitude of my existence. There were uninteresting people about, wobbling to and fro between their various vehicles and the building. One of them remarked, after struggling out of the car that he had been entrapped in, "It is nice out today." "A fiiiind!" yelled the ever-dutiful Jeremy. We were all startled. "It is true enough," I retorted and stopped short of saying "Why are you bothering us?" but, of course, Jeremy read the thought. He cast down his eyes, pouted his lips and murmured dejectedly, "It is the timing." I thought about it and realized that this guy most probably had awoken and spent all his day in an air-conditioned room, entered his car in an attached garage and come thus far without having taken a single breath of fresh air. When he finally had to, because the establishment did not have attached, covered parking, forcing him to take a step out of his conditioned environment, even he could not help noticing spring in the air. Amused by the thought, I looked at my bicycle, which was resting beside me, and smiled. Then, since I was already brought back from wherever I had been, I hopped on it and rode into the profane confusion, which is the inevitable product of their very nature, and in which I suffer greatly.
Courage.
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Courage.
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