Filled to the Brim


It was only 40 minutes before my first stop. I met a friend going through some tough times, and mostly listened while we ate eggs, bacon, and pancakes. It was early, chilly, and gray. So we also had our share of some fairly solid diner coffee. The waitress was relentless at keeping that mug filled to the brim.


A good breakfast with a friend is satisfying. But I still needed a goodly dose of pedaling empty gravel roads. After that, my body, mind, and spirit were filled to the brim.


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