I reminded to Jean that the frites were in the Skoda and the time was ready. He retreated to the back of the groupetto. It was mid day. The sun was especially good for tanning as we clicking through the metered shrub and grassland of another somewhere. It is not always this easy, but when it is, I revel in the moment with simple indulgence and shameless application of cologne. After these years of brutality, I have learned to seek simple reward. Thus, I do not measure success as a thing of only today’s end. Rather, I see my success as an account of every day’s nuance. Some days, nuance is nothing but the cold truth of life. Today, though? Today is good. Jean has returned with the spoils. Frites atop le bici is at once a nuance. How I am realizing the fruits y vegebetals of my labours.
Again to the møtorpåce. Now with mayonnaise.