Open Roads at Midnight and Spring Runs
I rode home last night. Late. A thousand stars that I counted (one by one) shone down as through pinholes in jet black craft paper taped to a south-facing window on a spring morning.
Only a hint of the blinding light behind it an indication of that which I still need to consider…
And I had to stop for gas.
“Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
