But I'm hopeful for the summer

Spent the weekend in Abilene.  Talking and laughing with my brothers carried into Sunday evening and night so rather than do a late pm drive back to Belton, I went early Monday morning.  Beautiful, calm drive.  Fog and mist in the dark of morning.

Explosions In The Sky, my traveling companion.

I couldn't shake a phrase uttered in a prayer at church, "God, it's winter in so many ways..."

It wasn't the phrase that got me; it was the fact that it resonated with me.   

There wasn't another soul on the road, I could drive as fast as I wanted.  But I slowed down, set the cruise under the speed limit because I didn't want the trip to end.  The stars vanished and the sky began to lighten, and I wished I was driving west.  I knew the sun would bring day, which would bring people out on to what had become my road.  

The phrase still on repeat, God, it's the winter in so many ways.  You feel it too?  

Gym Rats, a transcript

At 24 hour fitness center yesterday evening.  Predictable cast present: aerobi-glider spandex senior woman; short shorts on the treadmill doctor; muscle-head, shaved-arm, watch themselves in the mirror dudes; hasn't started working out yet but stretches a lot and watches himself in the mirror guy.  Me.

Shaved-Arm Dude: "Hey man, is that move you're doing for your post-anterior deltoid?"

Luke: [pulls out earphone right at the good part Enrique Iglesias' Do You Know (the Ping Pong Song)] "I'm sorry"

S.A.D.: "Does that work the post-anterior deltoid?" [points to inside of his shoulder and moves arm in circle while obviously flexing entire body for effect]

L: "um...yes?"

S.A.D.: [in a used car salesman kind of way] "Ha, yeah I thought so.  It's workin' for you bro.  You've got some squibbly shoulders."

L: "um...yes?"

 

If it is bragging to be publishing the fact that I have 'squibbly' shoulders, then I'm sorry.  But I think I might have been out-vocabularied by shaved-arm dude, and that's nothing to brag about.