My places of worship are the trails along the water, those that are under a canopy of trees that snake past rivers and lakes and through overpasses where I can see the sun reflected in the water while white swans gently swim in pairs. My devotion comes in the form of sweat, hard breathing andContinue reading “My Devotion”
Category Archives: Biking
My Morning Ride
The trees are weeping white blossoms large birds wave their wings taking flight my heartbeat surges as my legs churn to summit the hills along the path the chill wind whips by me nothing quite compares to the feeling as I descend
Daniel Rutberg 