Each time I go out
the gears in my head click
my insides shift
steam is released
and I feel as if my feet have left the earth
One by one eyes go optic
my sense of smell and hearing increase to the nth degree
I am already victorious
I shed my old timey self
and I am improved
I sputter and spit as my systems clear out the old
to make way for the new
it's
Myself Meeting Myself
This park and the hunt for a geocach here had a lot to do with that. I wandered way off track only to find a little piece of myself.
Placed with permission from Indep Parks & Rec