Friday, April 18, 2014

Days can be typical...rise, eat, work, etcetera...others...are rides along the water...the smell of blossoms mixed with the river...these are the days I want to etch into my memory. It is not just the timbre of the motor, nor the whirr of the is the combination of the shivers amidst the sun is hearing only the engine..and seeing a hawk descend on its prey. It is the essence of freedom amidst the reality of the danger being behind the bars.