I write to you today with fingers barely able to perceive the keys they type on. It was, and still is, a frosty morning. Running gloves did little to deter the frigid air from its assault, and it ravenously devoured any semblance of warmth from my hands. I’m hoping a quick writing exercise will help.
This is Going to be Huge
When future generations uncover the lost relic of Papago Park amphitheater, brush ashen soil from the remains of a thin aluminum stencil, and ponder what compelled their ancestors to paint crude symbols on their clothing and create an effigy of a mustachioed lawman on a faux saguaro cactus, they will have little idea that September 2015 marked a giant leap for November Project Phoenix becoming a Huge Movement in the valley.
Why Do We Do This?
You’re startled awake by your alarm. 5:03 am. Why is still dark out? The Uplift ringtone was an obvious choice last night, but at the moment it feels more like Dispirit. The lights come on, and the harshly-lit world slowly comes into focus.
Sliding into an action green tech tee, compression shorts, and scuffed kicks, you at least look the part of someone ready to attack the day. But your shirt weighs you down like chain mail, and your feet scream out against their oppressive surroundings. At least the shorts make your ass look worthy of a rap song.