Most Every Day

Josh Cummings
Sep 1, 2018 · 3 min read

On my road, cruising through the potholed scattered streets on my little ol’ bike. I’ve ridden this damn bike from Colorado to Utah to New York to Rhode Island. It is like an old friend, and I feel like a master of my destiny on this thing.

Well, I’m moving and bouncing on the pedals like a dancer, past the bodegas and hookah shops and liquor stores and mattress outlets. Music pops in my ear and I breath in the stifling summer air. Sweat pools on my forehead against my cool white helmet. You know, I’m just embodying a moment of freedom in my confusing life. It feels, well, just damn pure.

This was only part of my day, but certainly most enjoyable along with playing poorly on my beloved guitar and eating my good fathers homegrown watermelons. Ain’t nothing more purely summer than a mellow bike ride, a beautiful guitar and a juicy watermelon! That’s the truth, I’ll stick to it too.

I spent some time in the trendiest coffee shop with the most overpriced and undersized drinks that you’ll find on this side of NYC, but they taste so sweetly delicious that I can’t help but keep going back. I saw my great friends, I wrote and I edited and I wrote some more. And then I was just tired of the sanitary nature of this place and tired of the damn computer screen—which I am glued to at this very moment and in most moments. So back outside to the dirty, pretty world I scampered.

I stopped on the bridge over the river and watched the osprey fly. They entranced me and I believe delivered creative ideas to me from the higher places. You know, it’s a beautiful idea, but I have but only a fighting chance at not butchering the piece, such that nothing ever really materializes into this world. But you know, this is fine fine because I’m embracing my creative impulses and we’ll just see where it goes from here.

Mmm, those black and white elongated wings and piercing eyes. What a tribute to the hirer places in life, these magnificent creatures.

Certainly most stressful today was thinking about money. Watch a strange and wicked concept we humans invented. You know, it does nothing but make the poor man suffer and the rich man crash into despair. But right now I’m the poor man, and the stress of it all left me quite ill today, mentally so, in that I couldn’t pull my way out of the funk. It really jabbed at the evening, but really, it is all okay. I keep saying that.

But as it always seems to happen, love and family brought me back from the brink. Mar is such a rock. My folks, such a joy. So as it is, life is grand and depressing and joyful and sorrowful — as it will always be, rich or poor, healthy or sick, now and forever.

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