I meet up with myself again today.
Just like the day in the laundromat in Amsterdam.
I volunteered for the CicloSDias on Adams St.
I arrived at my intersection on 33st.
There I was, same name, same age, same city, just this time I found myself with wife and kids and was now working for the county, now that I was no longer in the military.
We talked about military, presence in the middle east.
Both of us having been there but taken from a very different viewpoint.
We talked of electric vehicles and decisions to make to solve most of the pressing problems and took notice of the same distractions.
We talked to others as they passed by and sometimes stopping.
Toward the end I seemed less talkative but still talked.
I enjoyed the talk.
Then my sift ended and I jumped on the bike, rode the route and went home.
Then my sift ended and I jumped on the bike, rode the route and went home.
Now I am home.
Sevgilim was out with her hygienist grad class for brunch and now she is shopping for food.
I got up at sunrise to leave.
As I coasted down the Otay Lakes hill, my eyes watered up as the air was brisk.
It was 17 miles to the event.
Although we both lived in Chula Vista, I rode my bike to the event while the other drove and cycled in.
I mentioned that if the people in San Diego don’t use bikes for their vehicles, no one can ever be expected to.
I wait for Sevgilim to get home.
I found myself no longer presently concerned with Serena.
The current time must pass and it will, eternal patience.
All focus must be on Sevgilim.
All praise be to her name.