The Cyclicity of Things
Home again. Good to be back home again but it was a damned fine time down Big Sur way. I'll load up pics tomorrow most likely. Lots to go through, lots to think about. A good time though, that is definitely for sure.

While P and I went on a little pedal around the neighborhood this afternoon to sort of relax, go visiting a little bit and get a some wheel time (hey, two days without riding a bike is an eternity for me).
Things go in big circles. Biking just made me see it better.
The old house I moved out of and am still technically in charge of has reverted to its old "Party House" mentality. All good and fine but I want to get my life fully unravelled from it before anything drastic happens there.
The bar that had, for a while, supplanted the Yacht Club (dive bar close to the harbor), the 529 which had once been called the Knight Owl all those years ago. And before that it was the Stardust Lounge which is a terrible name for any bar anywhere.
Anyway, the 529 was sold a while ago and has become a biker spot again, sort of. Its next to a tattoo parlor/head shop which attracts its own share of bikers and they just started migrating back next door.
So the 529 has been redubbed again, The Fight Owl. Its own cycle has turned over.

Birth, rebirth. Life and death. All cycle, all the time. Static is not possible, static is a moment captured on film or on the memory card of a digi-cam. Born. Die.
Where's your cycle now? Up slope to that ferris wheel instant when the entire world is below you and you can see forever? Or seeing the ground come rushing up at you as the cycle bottoms out for you?
Maybe different parts of people's lives are doing different things at different times? How many cycles could a person have?