only i can save the lives that blink within this canyon

the commuters make their way to and from the capital of pennsylvania, like blood too and from your beating heart. i watch from my 3rd floor window as the color of each motor vehicle, bounding across the market street bridge, blends into a brownish-gray. i think it's time to start riding my bike to work, it's a haul but i could use the exercise.

the cold is a vacuum, chilly morning air extracts the breath right out of your chest. my red and black lumberjack (with a hat to match - - thanks biggie) makes the 20 mile an hour wind gusts from the susquehanna seem like a 1200 btu air conditioning unit on low. it's not by any means cold it happens to be chest tightening-ly frigid.

i make up my own words, like tightening-ly. i feel like the added "-" makes the quote, unquote word more believable. my posts are becoming to get shorter, maybe there really is nothing going in my life to write about other than work, commuting, and relationship issues (minus the relationship, ha).

either way, i'm happy where i am at. i hope that you are too.