Packing up a wet tent as a prayer of gratitude for shelter from the rain. Arriving at a destination you didn't know you had. Finding what you didn't know you were looking for. Seeing pomegranate tea as the color of blood and finding in it a comfort from the cold. Seeing what is right there in front of you and not wanting it to be anything other than what it is. Loving the sound of the word "Lolo." Finding eleven dollars rolled up in the grass on the side of the road. Watching eyes open wide when someone sees what you are doing because that person has been where you are now. Tasting the first sip of a cold beer after a long, hot climb while hearing music that makes you want to sing along. Seeing the bleached bones of a deer and knowing that someday you too will lay that burden down and feeling no fear. Watching emerald water slide over stones that have traveled down to the river from the tops of mountains and knowing the truth of what you will never understand much less be able to say. Saying hello to a friend that you have never met but who has eyes that you fall into. Entering a stretch of road that offers no help while showering you with beauty. Extra black beans on a steaming burrito. Standing up for a break from a butt so sore you wince at the price you pay for pedaling into a future so rich you almost forget the pain.
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