Away… and back.
Went for a long trip recently. A grand trip to an island. There were mountains, trails, flowers and vast beautiful skies overlooking the resting bay…but, shhh, I’m still there in wisps of thoughts and silent smiles. Trips like those linger. The muscles may be sore; they’ll heal. The bikes may creak; they’ll be clean soon enough. The darkness and the rain are coming. But the golden memories punctuate and the fresh perspective still smells sweetly. Here, some pictures. A story to follow.