The day painted itself in my memory with amber, gold, and copper. My bicycle, the brush. My determination, the fire. My thoughts were as vivid in my mind as the fact that I bought the last loaf of bread. Châtalet will no longer be the ground where I sow seeds of fear. My destination similar to all days was undetermined but arriving outside the city was obvious when the jolts of vibrations from my vehicle acted as if it was a crescendo of a snare.
Blurry images flew in my peripheral exchanging their importance with the ones straight ahead. A house. Sprinkled with leaves, exposed. The intimacy pulled my intrigue.
LoLo's note: And that is how far I got. I am super excited about this club! Wish me luck. I hope you liked it!
