Even past the debths of summer and promptly into the fall.

Crossing bridges, over rivers, along trails, up and down hills decades later nothing will stop me from rolling on these wheels.

The brew is at.

Always so profoundly reminding us of our magnitude and yet, time and time again… “You have eyes but you don’t perceive. You have ears, but you don’t understand.” Isaiah 6:7-11

For setting out to reach the stars.

For getting us across three rivers with day-glow eyes and determined hearts.

For going down the hatch in a flash.

For making it when all other airs of distractions kept coming up short.

What a relief to be of the world, not in it…mind what you absorb.

And back on tract with mountain laurel greetings and golden rays streaming down our path