Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

Constable et al...

A disturbed night, thoughts of loved ones and there troubles filled my mind.

The bike ride held quiet solace, it was as if I had found myself in some painting, the colours and textures. The warm air comforting, if a little strange, smoothing my furrowed brow.

Friday.....thanks goodness.

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