Spin Cycle

I had a noisy sort of a pleasant morning. I was up early to study for classes. Just as the sun came up I went for a bike ride. It was cloudy and cool outside. Occasionally I’d look at the wet leaves, the vapor of my breath, and feel like the world had been through the spin cycle of a washing machine. That everything was somehow clean and wet and cold. It’s a sensation I like, actually. How the edges of things were sticking to each other.

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Personal Soundtrack: Sweet Melissa by the Allman Brothers