Something about the first Sunday of summer is triggering a retrospective vibe for me. Awoke at 4:30am and started editing poems, and then pivoted to Rosslyn Redux. I'm gobsmacked that we first waded into that adventure a dozen years ago. Twelve years! Is it possible? Where did the years go? My mind drifts to Steinbeck's reflections on taking a trip vs. a trip taking us. (Did you know that there's ...
Bicycle
Wo/ander
Today I am a velo flâneur. [pullquote]A bicycle flâneur yielding to the siren call of knotted byways. Wonderful. Wanderful.[/pullquote] Instead of hustling up a mountain on two wheels, one of my favorite exercise routines in Santa Fe, I decide to wo/ander. To wonder about the spiderweb of (mostly dirt and gravel) roads near my home, unfamiliar roads, many of which I've never walked or ridden or ...