This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below were written for practice.
Practice makes perfect.
A long time ago I would hitch to my job downtown. I stood at the base of an on ramp on I-10,
I’ve been known to journey by motorcycle a short way down the coast to SLO.
I toiled; driving through thick Redwood forests from my house on the coast to the Silicon Valley.
I remember slogging the streets of Kitsap County in rain and other types of inclement weather.
I paid my dues motoring next to the River Thames from my home in Marlow to my office at the marina.
I used to ride a bicycle from Salt Lake, in Honolulu, to the Sub Base.
I navigated my way, with all the other grinders, through the mazes of gridlocked Southern California freeways to make a living, but only for a time.
I have traveled from Surf City through the artichoke fields to the home of J. Steinbeck.
For a time, I would voyage down the slopes of Mt. Faber to my job in Telok Blangah every day.
These days I go to the Malpais, but only a few days a week.
Why? Because that’s what I do.
This week’s prompts:
- the center of my world
- seeking Amrapali