Not much to see on nights like these, just a ribbon of tarmac. You step outside, hood up, pull your strings tight...and go. Running out to meet Pete, we know this is no 'date'! The wind is strong, rain close to sleet. No street lights, just wind and traffic. It's as noisy as it is dark. The wind rattling your clothes like a like a poorly pegged tent. The roar of passing trucks, spitting out road spray like a fire hose, yet leaving a brief vacuum as the wind drops and you fall into this windless void of effortless progression. Then 'bang': it continues...never ending or abating. Acknowledgement of another questionable effort ticked off. Our only conclusion...'Character Building'.
