Waking Up

The grey and brown and white and blacktop and pine's green have finally given way to the white shining rays of spring. Hallelujah and more sun salutations on this fine Wednesday, a day when paid spin class plays second fiddle to the promise and reality of calm woody trail, and raging riverside trail.
As the Wiccans say " Blessed Be."
Thank the powers that be for the relief and opportunity for the restoration of my sanity, imposed upon, even eclipsed by the interests of 'the business' during the long sluggish semi-consciousness of winter.

An hour and half outside right now is a wakeful experience. Don't wait.