IanRTaylorUK

i am peddling, though without any real urgency. it is thirty minutes from mechelen to duffel, and while there is a back-lit grey deck overhead, it is still the coolest day in over a week. the scenery will alternate, twice, between dorp and hoeve on my ride; more cusp-ish fades than any hard and fast terminators. i feel as if i have been holding my breath (bodymindsoul) for weeks, and am only now exhaling and filling the spaces with holy mana. tall grass bobs, aspens flash jazz-hands; breeze sings rain.