I go down there every evening just to feel the rhythm
Feel the rain like an English summer.
I go down there every evening just to feel the rhythm.
Even in the rain.
My kettlebells
There are days I don’t like you at all, and you don’t make it easy to handle you.
But I still interact with you—even on those days—and lift you up.
On a Friday night like this
The moon glows tonight, guiding my steps. On a Friday night like this, I could be on a crowded dance floor — but not this time. Tonight, I stand outside with my kettlebells, close to the snow, the air freezing, and I feel alive.
And that’s all there is my friend
Short break at my office.
-I step out there every day just to feel the beat — and that’s all there is, my friend.
