I lift my bike off a hook on the wall. Looking out my windows I hope it doesn’t rain until after I get to work. Then it doesn’t matter. I’m closer to what I’m looking forward to. The end of the day. A hot shower. A warm bed. The arms of my lover. Thoughts like that can even erase bad weather. 

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