It comes up every once in a while. A song from my past and a memory of days when I didn’t feel the grind on my rough hands and scared body.
I hear the drum. The engine is ribbing up for the day. My hope is that it will be productive day.
Spice kicks in as the song gears up the hill and I feel the new sounds drifting into the rhythm.
Alright let’s get this shit going. Could be rain coming in the afternoon. There’s a chill to the air but my mind is set to the sound and beat.