Vibrance and Color and Life

It took me three passes, three laps, before I realized what exactly it was I was looking at in the crook of that crooked tree. That death was the anomaly. Today. 

I rode in search of color and the vibrancy of life this afternoon, memories of vibrance and color and life.

The person I have called mom my whole life is perilously near to the end of her own. If it should grow quiet around here for a while you will know why.