Despite the mild temperature, it is a bitter day to be on two wheels. Rode my bike to the park, and sadly enough got winded just on the way up the hill to get there. Then, all the way around the park huge gusts of wind mocked me incessantly; pointed out just how soft and weak these winter months have made me. Lost vigilance, and it’s time to start paying.
That’s what happens. Gotta pay for everything eventually.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 