Music from the past.
A teenager once again.
Reliving my youth.
#71
Shiny, black tarmac.
A good sign for thirsty plants.
A bad sign for bikes.
#70
Wings spread, poised for flight.
Eyes toward the sky. Breath, held.
Step into fresh air.
#69
I try not to judge.
I try to show compassion.
I must try harder.
#68
A faraway goal.
Diversions get in the way.
Stay focused, stay true.