In another life, my daily commute will take me along a seacoast and the tides will roll in, leaving their garland of foam on a neck of sand, as I pedal by.
Or I might pass by pates of snow perched on bald shoulders of rock as vapor trails stream above me--or behind me! ;-)
Then again, in another life I might not commute: All of my rides will be for the sake of riding. Dream on!
This morning I contented myself with seeing white streaks drifting and dissipating in Hell Gate. It's not a bad way to start the morning. Hey, at least I get to ride my bike to work. Not everybody here in the US can do that!
Or I might pass by pates of snow perched on bald shoulders of rock as vapor trails stream above me--or behind me! ;-)
Then again, in another life I might not commute: All of my rides will be for the sake of riding. Dream on!
This morning I contented myself with seeing white streaks drifting and dissipating in Hell Gate. It's not a bad way to start the morning. Hey, at least I get to ride my bike to work. Not everybody here in the US can do that!
