Last evening, I noticed the remains of a bug on my helmet. I can't actually remember the exact demise, yet I can recall several "snaps." I am sure one of those is when it occurred.
It made me think of all the other snaps, zings, puffs, hits, and bangers!
A lone insect... just out to eat or procreate... happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time...
It made me think.
This morning, I got to meet Joe.
His first bike, out for a ride, a hurry up an go, to meet up with the Ride. Joe is a veteran. I thanked him for his service. In our brief interaction, I learned he is a combat medic. He learned I was nurse. I was also thanked.
A few days ago, I planted my sword. That is, I pushed it into the earth and asked for a reprieve. A respite.
I layed my brow against my arm. Penitent.
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