The wind was running straight,
ignoring curves and shadows and roads
without shoulders. Mountains barely
visible expanded the horizon as
mist faded under a morning sun.
The day was a schedule of untried
options while stretching under a
twenty four hour clock, releasing
yesterday and welcoming today.
There are no chances lost or
adventures failed. We are the human
architecture of a greater hand. A breath
worth sharing as the earth spins on