wait for weight

I made it to the weight room today after work. It seems to become easier the darker, wetter and quieter the days get. Finding parking was tiresome in itself - rows and lines of dark, wet mechanical monsters waiting quietly. The gym building is always alive, bright, children everywhere. As i stepped away, i just listened. In between lonely emo and driving punk songs, there was a short silence. But during that silence i heard so much. The whirring of the fan, the squeak of one pedal on the elliptical, the barbells softly clanging together at the apex of a lift. All of these sounds formed a rythym, one which i would have been content to listen to the entire session.