Last night I rode the sun down exploring the industrial and semi-public lands of the south side of town and this morning I dropped into the old Albertson’s trail before breakfast.
It is the weather. It is the big Red Rig I’m riding. It is love. It is dedication. It is gratitude and it is escape. I don’t know what it is, but I hope it never goes away.
Whatever it is is whispering in my ear too and I like what it says.
It might try, but I doubt you let it get far.