After several days of below-freezing mornings and blustery afternoons, it was as if the atmosphere had taken a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, and was at a prolonged pause before inhaling again. Saturday afternoon was sunny, above 60 degrees, and unusually windless. As prairie dwellers, we know that such warm stillness is like driving throught a small town. If you reach down to adjust the radio, you missed it. I wonder how many were inside watching the idiot box and missing it.
Fortunately for me, there were a few simple outdoor chores to be done in the morning. They began in a sharp chill, but as morning turned to afternoon, the wind layed down for a nap. It became obvious that conditions had reached an optimum.
So I grabbed a small lunch, a couple of hours, and a noodling mindset. Then I pedaled around the Clear Creek watershed and found a quiet place for a short picnic stop. I took a deep breath, the sun warmed, birds chirped, I pondered pleasant surroundings, and then exhaled…
The best post of all. I wish I could be so eloquent. Peace.
This post is like a deep breath, followed by an exhale. Thank you.
Wow! I have appreciated your photos since you sent me the link, but I didn’t know you were hiding the spirit of a poet in your bike-bag. I really enjoy your insights on life. God Bless…
Thanks for the kind words, fellers.
Also, love the music…I’d never heard of them before but love it. Let us know if you head out to one of their concerts, we might join ye.