It's a hot night and I'm in one of those moods I feel like doing something dangerous. Not dangerous dangerous, more dangerous reckless. Toss everything in. Go live on a commune. Run off with the girl I dream about but never speak of. Shoulder a backpack again and head off once more for parts unknown. Forget the career, become a writer. And so on.
Moments of clarity like this soon pass, don't worry. I'll be back on the treadmill again tomorrow.
