When the flames were gone and only a dim orange glow remained, my visitor left. The quiet and the stars were notable. A chill chased me to my bag. Comfort carried me to dreamland.
The view out my window was just a great as the evening version. It welcomed me into morning rituals.
First, a short walk along the shore.
Then, a longer walk through nearby trails.
After waking the appetite, it was time for breakfast.
The cares of yesterday, less than 24 hours ago, seem quite distant. I feel fortunate instead of burdened, energized instead of burned-out, and optimistic instead of fatalistic.
I ponder why people don't do this more often...
...and I've got no answer for you, ...
...says the chap who rides with A. Homer Hilsen.