“Turn your face to the sun and the shadows will fall behind you.”
Fed up with the rain, I flew south for the weekend. It was a releif to feel the heat on my skin, the sun on my face. My apartment was intact and my car started despite the remnants of 6 weeks worth of dust storms on the exterior. After getting some blessed sleep, the singlespeed and I headed out to explore the desert.
Saturday I rode at Hawes; Sunday in the McDowell’s. I love riding in the desert. The rocks, the dirt, the mountain ridges for a backdrop. I share the trail with all sorts of animals: small lizards, snakes, jack rabits, and roadrunners. There is always another ridge to ride along, a long sweeping trail, a beautiful sky as far as you can see. I am alive in these wide open spaces.
I only ate Mexican and ice cream; swapped out water with margaritas after retiring on the porch for the afternoon. I played in the pool and went to bed early. Two books were easily devoured. Now I’m back at work, skin burnt, lips chapped. I might be at a cubicle, but my soul is roaming through the desert; my heart is climbing the singletrack. Some people like the rain; give me the sun.