The Bright Blue Morning

 It seems like weeks since last we woke to a bright sunny sky, so who wouldn't want to take advantage of that on a Saturday morning. Flowing along with the river before becoming lost in the time and the tide. To sit and let the mind wander, over the calm of the ocean to a horizon forever being chased, the swells of sand stretching from where you stand to an edge that is supposed if not seen. It is a busy day at the beach - surfers returning from invisible waves, a line of beachgoers out there where the surf must surely be, and forever the riders passing, passing, singly and in small groups, but always stopping for a moment, or longer, to look out upon the bright blue morning.

"...To be true to the tide

And free as the wind-swell

Joyful and loving in letting it be

Aye, Calypso, the places you've been to

The things that you've shown us

The stories you tell

Aye, Calypso, I sing to your spirit..."

(Denver) 

somehow we got lucky - there was no one set up yet to collect the parking fee at Wilderness Park...

but what's taking so long over there -geez, she hasn't even got her bike out the back of the truck yet

now she knows, the third Saturday of the month is Beach Clean-up Day

true beach cruisers

road warriors

everyone takes a moment, or more, to take in the view...

and then time to go

Cat on a Bike

honestly, does anyone have a weed-whacker? The problem with the SGRT down here, no one is willing to claim jurisdiction for maintenance

broken down and settin' out

the kind of Saturday morning traffic I don't mind being a part of.