jarred

clatterBONK.

Bike flies out in front of me, booty hits the ground.

Realize I'm sitting on the cold and wet sidewalk. hhhhmmmmmaaahhh take a deep breath.

Oh hey pride, nice to see you sitting right here next to me on the ground.

Body and bike and enthusiasm, all a bit jarred.

Speaking of jars, I would really like to jar up some gelato, some of these good ol' feelings that have been going on, and some particular laughs so that I can put them on a shelf and visit every so often. BUT you people (CHELSEA KAY) will not be contained in jars! Or put on shelves! You're in my heart and around me always!