Wandering Mind

I wish I had more time to write but at least I have time to practice.  Another beautiful ride in this morning.  It was crisp and clear and as the bike neared 50 mph my breath was pulled out of my chest like a cold winter morning.  Dawn was more of a thought than a reality with a pink glow coming up over the horizon and the fog hung low near the ground where you could just see the backs of the deer as they fed.

And… train of thought crashes, students are here to work.

I’m looking forward to a complete thought soon.

Practice Was Good!