Day Three Hundred Eight: Joy Cometh

Today was yet another gorgeous fall day. It belied the fact that it is so late in the year. Fifty five degrees, not a cloud in the sky and no wind. I enjoyed it completely knowing that perhaps soon I will not be able to ride so fast or so freely. 
Thank goodness I found that the trails I love are to be plowed all winter. Perhaps I will not retire to the couch for the snow season. Perhaps I will get stronger and more badass than I am now. Perhaps. 


Perhaps my ego needs to fly south for the winter and just allow me to ride for the sheer joy of the time on the bike, the time outside and the moments I see god.

Thursday, November 4: Sharpie on paper, 9x12