Updated: Feb 25
clear sky, bright, blue day arcing round a just risen sun with trees rimmed by clouds
shadows emerge as the cool morning softens along the bike path
balanced and moving with invisible support my legs keep going
pedaling nonstop insuring the best of dreams chase myself westward
–genece hamby
quietly i faced the dream that tortured me for years and found that it wasn’t a frightening monster or deadly foe turns out it was always a true blue friend offering me prosperity and the peace
I sailed in. The sun warmed the nape of my neck and lit the sea and sky that blended into a background of high steep cliffs on three sides closer to the shore double strings of fish strung by th
