Quick ride

Worked a little this morning and took a quicker ride this afternoon. Windy as hell today, sometimes the bike would rock back and forth like a boat.

Hit a few balls right after the ride. Staying with smoothness and minimal effort. It's amazingly difficult to not try to get somewhere. The minute the ball is hit a little cleaner, some small being (in my head) wants to remark about it. More and more these things seem mechanical, just a little machine running that was started eons ago.

Air is begining to permeate the system a bit more, it comes a bit easier and soaks in a bit further. Sometimes it all seems just what one "drops into" by habit. Free fall.