I awoke this morning turning a specific corner on the bike path around Lake Monona. I was so free, even the sun on the water didn't own me.
It occurred to me later today, as I was doing Tae Kwon Do in my apartment, that I haven't seen my friends by the river in months. The older gentleman with his dog, the various people that stopped by to say hello and speak half-comprehensible words to me. Perhaps they think I've left for good, perhaps they think it is only winter. How long can one hold such a phrase?
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