My journey commences, & the sun has barely begun it's trip across the horizon. As sol makes it's presence known, the rich foliage loses much of the moisture it's gained from the cool, crisp evening. I start out chilly & with the limited flexibility of the weekend warrior that I've become. Yet, somehow after a few miles, my body remembers the previous trips, some of them long & painful, & begins to ease into the task at hand. I experience the continuum of nature: young squirrels, beginning to learn how to forage, just in time for the long winter ahead & roadkill, just waiting for Mardi Gras beads. Holy crap, who do you think I am, John Boy Walton? Went out for a quick fixie jaunt this morning & am now enjoying a great volume beer, Old Style!
1 comment:
hehe, maybe you were riding in Walton, NE?
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