On The Rapid Ride
Twenty-eight minutes at Bay 2
Freezing my last fiber
Succumbing to the thrill of all the chills
Running rampant up and down my fragile spine.
Wishing I had been honest with myself!
My mind wanders...
Exfoliating every fragment of my brain; searching...
Passing by old Redmond, I could have sworn I saw our memories
Flashing at the corner of my eye.