Of what we ride…
The surest thing there is is we are riders, And though none too successful at it, guiders, Through everything presented, land and tide And now the very air, of what…
Cold places don’t last…
Except in the ridiculous latitudes north and south or around the equator, the changes of the seasons mark the passing of years. It becomes more apparent when another summer has…
An island of spring…
I love good weather. I’m one of those hot-weather people. You can be too cold a whole lot easier than too hot. For that matter, the human being evolved to…