In winter, southern plains weather changes on a dime, at times shifting some forty or fifty degrees within twenty-four hours. Seventy in the morning, twenty by afternoon is not as unheard of…
That morning came stunning, that first morning of wind therapy. Not for anything especially beyond the day to day uniqueness, but for something more than the face of it, for…
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,…
In the blazing glare of July sun, those fine details which I recounted from this same road only a few months ago are washed away. Faded in a miasma of radiating blacktop and all-encompassing…
Summer was here long before the solstice. The heat came early and uncomfortably so, but everything went by quickly then. Blink and spring is summer, turn around and June is…
In some cultures, the new year begins in the autumn. There is something to be said for that idea. Looking back at posts from Septembers previous, a theme emerges, one…
It had been in the distant margin all day, looming. Against a soft blue sky it seemed billowy and pretty, relatively small so distant, but the stature was ever rising…
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.…
Dharma Anchor 