As the weekend cometh you wait with anticipation, soon the business day ends and your time begins. Happy Friday!
The monent of near take off, the silence of air.
Of course, we all say it, do it, but F’ IT, IT’S FRIDAY!
It is nice to be juvenile
Folding the sheet of paper in perfect triangles
bending the wings just so.
You go out to the deck, and let go.
Hopscotch, a game I played a lot as a kid. All you needed was a piece of chalk and a flat surface. It is a lot like days of the week, you reach Friday (the end) and you turn around have to do it all over again soon.
Fly high, launch into the sky
It would seem in todays world, sometimes the best way to stand out, is to blend in.
The mightly peak, whether mental or physical reaching the peak is always an accomplishment.
You may be down, but get up and move forward, the day is moving on with or without you.
Just a lazy Sunday, hanging outside listening to the waves lap against the rocks. What a nice Sunday indeed.
Step out into the lights, proclaim who you are, you ARE THE Wrassler!
We want to ride
The bike, the bike rider, the place ?…anywhere we damn well want to go.
The twists and turns of a rough day, can all melt away, when you sit in your chair and take in the view.
Having a busy weekend is always good, until it hits Monday.
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