“How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.

To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.

Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.”
― A.E. HousmanA Shropshire Lad

Dropped Dave’s truck back at his house and took a ride home. He joined me for a bit to discuss plans for tomorrow’s meeting. Good planning, good riding, a beautiful sunset.

And when Dave went over the handlebars and rolled down the hillside I was proud of how well he managed to avoid injury! Other than about a thousand tiny cactus spines…. which I, being a good friend, used my bike light and my gloved fingers to remove. Took awhile, but he didn’t complain. IMG_8893 IMG_8896 IMG_8897