Yellow Swirl

 A week later, the bruise on my arm is a brilliant purple. If ever evidence of the genetic inheritance of the Lathrum / King skin was needed it would be seen in the bruises. Only the arms though, never the legs. Weird. Thinner skin? 

Finishing up another section of trail followed by a casual glance. No new splotch of purple and black but... yellow? This was new and... what the hell? Yellow streaks, what now? Then I noticed it more places leg, handlebar. Unwittingly. i had become a collector of pollen. I imagined it swirling out behind me, spiraling though the small currents of air, streaks on the surface of an imaginary canvas, mirroring the patterns on my arm. 

Sometimes small things, things as small as flecks of yellow pollen painting exposed skin can add a bit of amazement to an otherwise "blah" ride.

"...O I'm taken back

To the dry grass and shadows...

Strong spines of valley hills

All overgrown in gold

Look softer than a spool of old silk thread

But if we walked down with our feet

I'd be pullin' spines and barbs and fox-tails from your skin..."

(Diane)

not sure why it was built here, but then it does kind of align with that view of Baldy (Joat) in the notch

low clouds in the valley, making islands out of the Santa Ana's