Trestling

Of all the colours in creation, I chose the grays. The spots in between all absorbing and all reflecting. Like clouds brimming with rain drops, ready to burst. That is where you will find me. My niece will be in pink, my wife in blue and Elyod in peach!

I learned of trestling today, it is standing on the trestles under a railway bridge. So when the train passes overhead, it is inches away from you! You feel the train more than you hear it. You smell it. You experience it in all its immensity. It sounds dangerous, I think that is the thrill. The danger is the risk of the train falling through the bridge and crushing you, chances are slim. If that happens...what blasted luck you have!

As I watched this in a movie I noted the actor screaming with joy, yet she uncannily showed all the sorrow through the cracks. It made me remember how many times I have run ragged, hung off a cliff face, and whatever else I do to make my hair blow back, in an effort to bury the things that are trying to burst out. The dark yearnings that ever strive to bolt out and consume me. My self pitying is overfed, it is tough to say poor me during or after 10 miles. So I should run on, find more cliffs, ride to the beach and later down the West coast. Sometimes I do what I do so that adrenaline washes out self and all his rubbish.

I want to go trestling, maybe I will go, "Wahoo!"