Count your blessing instead of sheep.
“The campfire smoke obscuring Orion like a wedding veil.”
The pedals of my bike rotated clockwise as I pedaled down the street my bum foot protruding from the bicycle’s pedal. It was a lovely Fall day and the wind was blowing up hot little dust tornadoes that would sweep down the asphalt. I’ve always been an avid biker, not that I compete or anything,Continue reading “Pedals Falling for the General”