Eight hours on a summer Friday

My three-year-old niece kicks before she falls asleep. She kicks her way into her relaxed sleepy state. And then she's gone. And happy. I've been kicking my way into a relaxed summer state. Resisting it in some way. Not finding anything familiar or recognizable about it. This Friday,I finally recognized it and fell...into it.

3:07 pm--A sweaty bike ride downtown was marked by:

Lincoln Avenue driving civility

a kind of wobbly bottom bracket

a glance at a bank thermometer: 85 degrees

a bike rack with my name on it the STATE OF ILLINOIS BUILDING*