When Thoughts Wander and Passion Follows

It is upon us. The fall. It approaches. The Winter.

Summer fitness turns to faster rides. Heat drives us to early mornings or cool evenings. Ski trailers drop like Colorado late afternoon thunderstorms. Cyclocross racers start huffing tubular glue like 3rd graders as they mount tires. All the while my skin tingles with visions of powder turns and snow rushing over my thighs...with my eyes peeled back looking through the woods for my line...completed with the peaceful sensation of flowing like water through a brook or soaring as a hawk rides thermal rises high into the blue sky.

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