Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I can't sleep. Five days to go. Four thousand miles. Two months. Aching muscles. Incredible sensations. Pedaling and pedaling and pedaling and pedaling and pedaling. Avoiding road debris and squashed animals, or moving animals - cows, snakes, squirrels, turtles. External expectations escaped. A thriving cocoon constantly on the go. The greatest escape imaginable into the essence of reality. Impossible to explain, yet so vivid. I can't wait to go. I can't wait to sleep. I can't wait.