I love the mornings when I awaken to the sun shining into my home! Though this morning is a tad on the chilly side, there is the promise of a bright sunny day with at least some warmer temperatures making their presence known by this afternoon. Spring is definitely here and I am more than happy, though I must admit--time goes much too fast these days. I often ponder over how to capture time and make it stand still--especially when I am having such a wonderful time with friends or loved ones, but so far--no luck. Time always, always marches on. I suppose my only choice is to just continue to live, to enjoy and to BE. I am hoping that wind will be agreeable today so that I can get my trikke out and hit the paved trails at the lake. Flying on this trikke with the wind is like a dream come true--I soar and glide and exhalt in the wondrous speed that the wind allows as I work to camber it back and forth. But oh, when I have to "fight" the wind and head back from whence I came--it is a true battle of will. I push, I camber, I push, I camber, I glide a bit--the wind defies my every effort to gather speed and I find myself getting more and more frustrated, yet determined that I AM GOING TO WIN and I keep on, keepin' on and finally, finally, I am back to my starting point. Yes, back to where I started off being good friends with the wind--but the finished battle has left me feeling less than friendly with the wind. I now understand that the wind is two faced and quite ornery if and when one decides to go against the wind's will. That's okay--I can be just as determined and ornery and knowing me, I'll once again take off on my trikke, soaring with the wind only to have to fight the battle of going against that ever present will it displays whenever I choose to turn around to go back. Sunshine and Joy are on MY side--the Wind will just have to realize that and abate. Life is Good!
Later still~~~~
What a beautiful day! I did take my trikke out to the lake and I did soar with the wind and fought hard against it, as well. Sometimes a battle is just something that has to be and as I was heading south on my trikke and cambering to and fro, I fought with all my strength and stayed at it for a good mile and a half. A fight well worth the effort, for then, I was given my just reward--heading back North, I sailed, I soared--the wind at my back, the breeze whizzing right along with me caressing me gently, yet reminding me of it's strength and stamina and helping me by pushing me along. I rejoiced in the ease with which my trikke responded--each camber was a joy and a delight--the smoothness of the glide took hold and I felt the muscles relax in my legs--my quads, my glutes, my hamstrings after their hard workout heading hard into the wind.
And later still--the wind is still prevalent when I return in the evening hours. I rode against my friend and foe, the wind, for a time and again allowed my energy to revive as I sailed with the wind at my back and I stopped--this time doing my best to trick time into thinking I would not give in, not give up. I stopped to watch the sun set over the beautiful lake--I snapped picture after picture of the beauty of it's colors and brilliance falling upon the sailboats docked in their tiny harbor, the lighthouse standing along the shore, a replica of larger, more dutiful cousins that serve on the open seas.
No beauty is as great as a perfect evening of warmth, the caress of the wind, the bluest, clear skies above and the setting sun caressed and kissed by the clouds on the horizon. Will I ever tire of capturing sunsets and sunrises? No, I think not. I can't help myself. I love all of God's wondrous and glorious gifts--especially those that display the beauty of our world. Awesome.
Later still~~~~
What a beautiful day! I did take my trikke out to the lake and I did soar with the wind and fought hard against it, as well. Sometimes a battle is just something that has to be and as I was heading south on my trikke and cambering to and fro, I fought with all my strength and stayed at it for a good mile and a half. A fight well worth the effort, for then, I was given my just reward--heading back North, I sailed, I soared--the wind at my back, the breeze whizzing right along with me caressing me gently, yet reminding me of it's strength and stamina and helping me by pushing me along. I rejoiced in the ease with which my trikke responded--each camber was a joy and a delight--the smoothness of the glide took hold and I felt the muscles relax in my legs--my quads, my glutes, my hamstrings after their hard workout heading hard into the wind.
And later still--the wind is still prevalent when I return in the evening hours. I rode against my friend and foe, the wind, for a time and again allowed my energy to revive as I sailed with the wind at my back and I stopped--this time doing my best to trick time into thinking I would not give in, not give up. I stopped to watch the sun set over the beautiful lake--I snapped picture after picture of the beauty of it's colors and brilliance falling upon the sailboats docked in their tiny harbor, the lighthouse standing along the shore, a replica of larger, more dutiful cousins that serve on the open seas.
No beauty is as great as a perfect evening of warmth, the caress of the wind, the bluest, clear skies above and the setting sun caressed and kissed by the clouds on the horizon. Will I ever tire of capturing sunsets and sunrises? No, I think not. I can't help myself. I love all of God's wondrous and glorious gifts--especially those that display the beauty of our world. Awesome.
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