romanticizing

I love this city.
It’s beauty evokes a similarly throbbing heart-ache as the intense beauty of a Sonoran Desert sunset and Sedona’s sandstone spires.
I thought only Mother Nature could do that to me.
Or an amazing work of art. Like the feeling I can occasionally derive from the brilliance of a theatrical piece that is heart-wrenching and intelligently written, while being performed by sincerely gorgeous individuals.
This is my first fall in Cincinnati. My first full-on fall in many years, if not ever.
The robust colours burst into my weary vision early this grey, grey morning. The air was filled not with rolling, sexy, thick dark clouds and white swirls clinging to mountain sides, but simply cloaked in a droll, incessant grey. Dreary. Awful. And still, vibrant reds and yellows and glistened as though sun-kissed as I headed down to Lexington around 7AM this morning.
Cyclocross sings of new adventures and a potential to profit off of passions not yet before last week dreamed of as more than a pastime. (Although, at this point, I'm just hoping to break even off my initial expenses on this venture!)
A new city and fresh air. Sitting in a coffee shop where nobody knows my name. Exhilaration.
And upon return to the ‘Nati, I’m greeted by a skyline that burns my soul.
Tommorow is a new day.