"We will see if the fog holds," at 7 a.m., "I know the sun is somewhere, but it is still foggy," at 9 a.m. and "I leave in 30 minutes for a bike ride. Nice looking day," at 10:30 a.m.
This is interesting, this just happened ... like, without influence of that last sentence. At 9 a.m. I set an alarm for 10:30 a.m. Left the stopwatch on my bed. It just beeped. I reached for it and didn't know - instinctively remember - how to silence it. The middle button? The right or the left? It is never like that in the morning. It's BEEPBEEP BEEPBEEP push the left button.
For some reason - unknown, I suspect the desire for something inquisitive and unspecial to write about - a pothole in someone's gravel driveway hasn't faded away. Simply, as a passenger I noticed a huge puddle of water near the road of a property I have passed many times, granted, as a driver. How would that hole be filled? A bed of rocks shoveled in there? Where would the water go? And if not by a shovel but one rock at a time, when would the water run? Or would it?
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