The Bind

On a day when a succession of showers swept past, never heavy enough to be unpleasant, and each one accompanied by its own rainbow. It made for a rather fine outing on the moor ... but there always seems to be a price to pay.

Without strenuous exercise, the flaws in my head are exposed, but with strenuous exercise, the flaws in my body are exposed. That's the bind. Finding the balance point - the sweet spot - is getting harder and harder. I guess it continues to get smaller. I live in fear of it disappearing altogether.