Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
Simon & Garfunkel
School is a drag, but Gelato (aka pista) & I managed to slip in an early morning road ride on Sunday.
The sun was coming up & there were no cars on the road.
As I put Gelato through her paces on familiar roads, I heard nothing except my bike moving forward & the wind whipping up the leaves - no shifting, no thinking.
It was my own "private Idaho".
I returned home with my head cleared & ready to hit the books once again.