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”


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”