olympic – learning to fly

Lucky

To drive for the joy of driving. Of riding. Of feeling tires on asphalt. Rolling. Rolling. A sea of trees rising and falling. Sunlight appearing. Disappearing. Light and color dance in and out of shadow. The hum of the road. The joy of the moment. The satisfaction of miles behind. The anticipation ofContinue reading “Lucky”

Peninsula

No music this year. No Nirvana or Pearl Jam or Alice. Instead, the rhythmic meditative hum of tires on pavement. Bait and Tackle. Guns and Ammo. Propane. Discarded boats wedged between tree stumps. Hulls fed upon like carrion dissolving under the weight of the sun with no water to coax them back to life.Continue reading “Peninsula”