Have you ever thought the blinking cursor on your screen might be mocking you? Losing sequence, speeding up, slowing, laughing, emphasizing a sort of exclamation point on your writer’s block?…
I did not know this would be the last time I would ride this year, but then nothing about 2016 went according to any plan, order, or logic. After all,…
It’s like waking up. The haze has stretched on and on for months and even in gear and loading up, like checking another must from the endless to do list,…
The sun is sinking behind us, the shadows from the overarching trees have grown into one around us. Passing open river flood fields, the grass seems particularly greyed in its…
The world was painted blue. When we crested hills, ahead on the low horizon in a clearing of clouds, the last light of set sun glowed through, sickly salmon colored.…
Time stops in the faint glow of a headlight pool on a darkened back highway. Thoughts separated blur together into one as the white lines become a vanishing smudge. A…
Isn’t it funny, the things people don’t know? By way of example reading this blog, it would seem that every ride is some sort of adventure, or at the very…
Christmas morning was too quiet. The family gathering had been done already in order to accommodate schedules and the family had all left. But more so than that, too much else…
In the winter a certain melancholy sets in, a longing for sunshine and long days, a wonder at where the time goes every day. It’s a world of long shadows…
Calendar seasons be damned, winter is here. The air is so crisp, especially as dark settles, and those colors in the long winter sunsets when the trees are dead and the…
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