winter morning
Originally uploaded by withrow.
This is how I remember Winter Mornings. Snow to the knees, gleem upon the trees, a nip in the air, a brief walk, a laugh, and then to the kitchen to savor a yummy fresh coffee.
The chapters and philosophical musings of a lifelong love affair with motorcycling, touring, travel, nature, and the fascinating people we meet along the way. The fact that the chapters are autobiographical and randomly sorted is purely accidental and intended.
This is how I remember Winter Mornings. Snow to the knees, gleem upon the trees, a nip in the air, a brief walk, a laugh, and then to the kitchen to savor a yummy fresh coffee.
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