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It was awful; and after biking when the typhoon Krosa smash over the urban areas in a scattered, dispersed way, scarcely any couple together, they insensibly followed one another to the delicious shade of a broad short avenue of Cassia fistula, which stretching bevond the pavement at an equal distance from the purl, seemed the finish of the pleasure grounds. I needed a good job Labrador to lead me to the bright and broad road. In this bike I found all the Scooters almost unbalanced, all the leaves were brown and the sky was gray. When I through a carfax, a Alstonia scholaris's trunk was broken and falling above me” Oh, mamamia! ”( 0口0 )-- that feel like a man wanna commit suicide from a high building, free-falling above me, his or her red and raw blood sputtered all my vision and body, then I came to my mind and said" What's a fucking damn gift Jesus gave? "

Never surcease, the violent storm, nature's revenge still go on.

As I took a bit of a leanburger I had bought, I finally felt as if everything was going to be natural. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in despair or expectancy, in hesitation or constancy, in tragedy or comedy, we can thank Jesus for a leanburger. And fortunately, when there aren't any burgers, we can still find reassurance in a familiar bedquilt on our, or a smart and specific gesture(just like 木村桑のGATSBY廣告), or a subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort; not to mention hospital gurneys, and washable plaster medicated pad, and undrunk Asahi bear, and soft-spoken secrets, and the interlude of Do Us Infinity, and maybe the fantastic piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the subtleties, the anomalies, the nuances, which we assume only endow our days are, actually, here for a much huger and lofter cause:

They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems bizarre. But also know that it just so happens to be true. And so it was:

A slow biking saved me.