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”
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Above
Perspective at 35,000 feet. Of life lived, living and unlived, opportunities and ideas that play hide and seek like mountains dancing between the clouds of friendships and love. Of lives played out in hours, days and years, related and consumed in gulps. And the hours, days and years go on until they stop. And theContinue reading “Above”
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”
learning to fly 