"Every time you walk through a doorway ... know that on the inner planes you are walking through a doorway to heaven." -- Harold Klemp

Blog,

last night the moon was bright enough to bike down the middle of the street.

Here, I bike on the side of highways, up and down hills.

Blog, you are important to me.

I write openly to you in private.

Does anyone read you from Minnesota?

I know you store all your data.

Blog, I admire your transparency.

No. I admire your fluidity.

I am fluid and opaque.

Just like you, blog.