Dust of a homesick heart. More personal stuff, sorry.
I drove to the Brooks today, (so many memories there) and when I left I started to cry and I cried the whole hour drive back to the city where we live now. I actually said, out loud, “I miss the person I used be” thinking about when Brooks was the place we shopped for everything, often groceries after dark and a long hard day in the saddle.
I try not looking back, but it’s hard since the view in front me is blocked by a really big Wall.
I am climbing but it worries me what I might actually see from the top of wall. Will the hard climb be worth it?