The Parents of Rhythm, Blog

Well, it’s 6:21 pm.

I awoke around 3:00 am, but I didn’t sleep.

I laid in bed around 2:00 am, observing my feet, wearing black socks. The room was slightly lit by a dim smart light set at 1% by my google assistant, bedside.

[Lol, it’s funny, my hands are warming up as I type this.]

*Plays Landed by Drake.*

At 3:45 am, I cycled to the preordained destination, William Bryd Park. It was lovely out, falling-in-love weather. I didn’t need sweatpants, gloves, cap; the extra equipment I set for myself the day before; however, I am appreciative of the diligence.

I was patient in developing the pedaling rhythm; I could say I was patient throughout the ride; because rhythm is only found through directed patience and released presence.

This is it.

With love and sincerity,

Jose Michael Rubio

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