a meditative ride
to breath, to get out to feel the wind in my hair on asphalt the path opens vistas inside Continue reading a meditative ride
to breath, to get out to feel the wind in my hair on asphalt the path opens vistas inside Continue reading a meditative ride
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So I’m riding this evening along the path that runs by the river up towards the University. Up, and down, and meandering along, swaying this way and that. I’ve ridden her to work every day. Because never again. I will not take for granted one more day. Not one. Riding along, before the dawn. Taking my time, as I listen as all around me, on … Continue reading A Curve In The Path Ahead
It was 5:30 PM, I’m at work, and I hear the dreaded words “looks like it’s going to rain“. Yep, just one and half hours to go, and sitting in bay 3 is my ramblin’ Rose, oblivious. So I’m eyeing the sky, looking for rainbows, of which I was rewarded with a double. Yet the sky was not quite done, as fate would have it, … Continue reading Riding Home In The Rain
There she was. A little tired looking, bit worn and rusty, yet still she was lovely. She was my dream, my fantasy. I swear my eyes must have lit up when I came upon her. Giddy, my first thoughts were “oh please, would you be mine?”. I’d come over for, well you know I don’t even recall now, but there I was at Crossroads. Decided to take … Continue reading My Ramblin’ Rose