tangled

friday..bike ride down to my quiet place with Shamara..evidently not just my quiet place,, a chap walking his dog told us that the day before a 38 year old local man walked in front of a freight train at this spot.. oh..happened 2 or 3 times a year.. he told me...ohhh.. so the noise that i hear there is all the restless souls that rustle through the leaves of the trees. Thats sad when life only offers you that answer for your problems. For me its just a nice place to sit and contemplate. My thoughts are with this chap and his poor family that are left to pick up the pieces of a shattered life.
Work for me was meant to stafford...well no.. worse than that .. Manchester.. omn a friday afternoon.. 1545 start ...if i had to choose one word that best describes that run it would be traffic...i trucked up there and trucked throughout the nite..Gong went on the CD player from midnight.. super freaky nite .. finished with 10 minutes driving time left from the 10 hours drive time we are allowed..duty en at 0415 this morning..4 hours sleep and the mind is imn a fog of creative fog.. or is that just fog..no ..sure its just fog,, i just sitting here waiting for the brainbox to find a gear..