Tomorrow, after a day of rubies, rhinestones and graphic design, I will pick this up:
Tomorrow, I’ll be clipping my fingernails back to a stage only nail-biters know of.
Tomorrow, I’ll be trying on gear, remembering why people of my sport don’t have pedicures.
All because the day after tomorrow, I’ll be driving north.
Back to a state I know so well, to an area my eyes have never graced.
The day after tomorrow, I’m heading here:
To do some of this:
Let us hope that my bones remember.