There should be photographs and visual feasting to satisfy you.
There is none.
I have been running in vibram five fingers lately. They look funny, but I bought them around three years ago without using them until now. It feels good to run in them. I thought everything would be sorer as a result, but no. Running up hills is definitely easier too. I suppose the whole style mellows and you have to watch for pointy things as it is only a thin membrane covering the foot, but no speed has been sacrificed yet.
I am loving riding everywhere and getting to the lake a few times a week. It is so quick to get to work on my bike. I am going to get a rack put on the back soon for shopping and things.
Today's storm was not quite as exciting as I had hoped for. Afternoon showers and very sporadic thunder. I was looking forward to playing my flute with the thunder. I did play flute for an hour anyway at sunset. Then I did some writing.
Events, rest assured, occured one after the other.
The proper order of things was maintained.
is old, old, old;
tomorrow's dream can be.
If you want a song of hope,
come with me to evening
And I will wind
the promises of the day
onto the spool of infinity
in threads of gold.
sets to quivering salute
in every glade
In the song of every wing
I taste the rain of the afternoon.
My eyes set the pillars of the temple to shaking.
The trees are the mast of evening and into the leaves I have breathed sails.
If you want to talk of beauty,
then I'm your man,
and your biggest fan.