This evening

what a beautiful rugged city evening. Dear ones. Rode bikes along the rocky train tracks towards the orange sky and mountains downtown past the dumbfounded security guard. Did not photograph. Fell three times. Decided to stay present. Rode into the train station to see how much the cheapest ticket out of this state was. $60, so decided to stay. Smoked a cigarette outside the rockies game. Rode bikes home and the fall smelled like air. Passed an overly conceptualized art show. Stopped in. Something about newly fabricated satchels designed to look old, while speaking to the ratio of age to artistic reverence. The shadows the hanging leather sacks left on the floor and walls were far more interesting. Talked about passion. Talked about fabrication. Talked about all that is burgeoning. Made spaghetti on the grill. Smoked a bowl. Burned my hand. Ate the spaghetti. Delicious. Listened to Modest Mouse. Talked about the continuity of love. Talked about the concepts of growing alone and growing with someone. Talked about people identifying some of us kids at a young age as "different" and then trying to fill that role our entire lives. Talked about seccumbing. Talked about passion, about Odelia and about moving. Joked about the lingerie. Talked about babies. Talked about age and about predicting the future. Talked about urgency, and the fact that lingerie becomes more risque the older we get. Talked about changing in front of the window despite the high school across the street. Talked about patience, about courtesy and talked about what to wear.