The traffic was crazy today. Some days I feel like a traveler trying to cross the Sahara. Only instead of an endless sea of sand, it's an ocean of autos. Metal and pavement as far as the eye can see. It's funny how I never view myself as part of the confusion, which, of course, I am. Instead I split lanes and ride through it.I pass by the cars and dive by buses with a necessary simplicity. Instead of the thirsty, tired wanderer, I try to be the breeze.
-- I saw this on the inside of a biking jersey today, and I liked it. If you ever travel by bicycle you will probably identify with the story.
I haven't written in a while and I don't know if I'll be writing anytime soon, but we'll see what happens.
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a point, directly above the true center of disturbance, from which the shock waves of an earthquake apparently radiate
