saturday stroll home.

Repetitive, a work shift is, keeping up with the standards I set myself. now and then, exceeding my own expectations, I left tonight, feeling accomplished.

I rewarded myself a pint(or four) on my walk home.

The Lion serenaded me with a line-up of dim-lit tunes, mostly jazz, but feeling that of a night of romance.

So ironic that I show, alone.
but that’s alright.

my knee is used to bouncing alone.