Nothing moved. No wind whispered. No critter made a sound. Silence pulsed. A pale pink encroached from the east. Sunlight peaked over the top of the mountains, brightening a labyrinth of stone and sand. Faded red outcroppings and tawny stone blocks engaged the morning light. Varnished sandstone walls glittered in the dawn. It was morning […]
I want to ride my bike across towering mountain ranges and endless, empty deserts. I want to follow rutted dirt roads through thick pine forests until they become smooth dirt roads that glide across wavy farm land. I want to dodge thunder storms and eat greasy food at barely-there diners in towns with populations that could all fit on a school bus. I want to ride my bike from dark to dark.