magic

there is still magic to be found.

out in the cold dark night, hiding in the sage covered hills, just outside of town.

sinuous little threads of dirt, narrow and overgrown, disappear into the night.

the perfection of trail, wheel and effort.

oh it is magic, the wonderfulness of spinning wheels, cranking pedals, wind in the face.

balance, joy, perspective come alive.

purpose, drive, desire begin to alight.

so much more to do and so much gratitude.

thank you universe, thank you

jwookieone