On the table, he’s gone to code

My pulse feels faint, on some somber, calando march towards nothing. I credit the gym: hit kettlebell cardio hard today, and plan to hit it much more often.

Other senses play on my awareness as well ~ specters of the weekend. Ears still ring from the show, stomach still groans. Wouldn’t trade it; each sensation brings with it an echo of the experience. I don’t mind reminiscing.

Change is in the air, teasing and taunting. It has me cautious. We’ll see where this rabbit hole goes.