The moon tonight is waxing 99% full. The sun, tomorrow, will be brilliant. Spring is here and Summer is soon to follow. Alas, another cosmic circle commences again.
Now: Ride the rides you dreamt of all Winter. Seize each day and make it perfect. Work hard -- play hard. Settle for nothing less than the best.
Everything else will take care of itself.
I'm quite excited about the upcoming Figawi Race from Cape Cod to Nantucket. The legend of Figawi is huge, so this year I was elated to be invited by friends to attend on their gorgeous Little Harbor sailing yacht.
When I joined them a few years ago in Bermuda for Race Week it was certainly educational and, well, downright fun. I expect Nantucket to be no less so. Herman Melville aside, Nantucket is one of my favorite salty haunts.
Montaukrider is up to the task: The pirate in me says "Arrrrrrrr."
Spring sneaks in slowly in the Adirondacks. By mid April the air warms and the ice disappears. Birds chirp louder -- flowers poke up from the forest floor.
Like a migratory bird I hope to return to The Park as soon as I can. The ride through the Green Mountains and on into the Adirondack Park is simply breathtaking.
The Montauk and its rider are ready.
No more peaceful place exists than the riparian shore of a languid canal. We can search far and ever without finding more tranquility.
To the rivers and canals of the world Montauk Rider salutes you. Thank you for bringing such balance and calm to an otherwise hectic world.
Were I a painter I'd want turquoise on my brush day and night.
Were I a poet I'd craft an ode to the finest Hue of Blue.
Were I a mountaintop lake I'd wish to be as blue as blue and as deep as deep can be.
Alas I am none of these, but I am one who adores happening upon mountain lakes and tropical coves where sunlight and aquatic realm zenify into my favorite blue, the color Turquoise.
Life undulates around us; friends circle about our realities. No matter how you analyze it life moves, curves, slides all about our otherwise planned activities.
I enjoy seeing symmetries in all this motion. A road bends, a Puffin dives for fish. Everything is in balance.
Beyond each turn is an experience we've not yet encountered.
Still waters, blue skies and shapely trees -- a perfect mirror of life's perfection. Like friends who know each other's thoughts, these elements complete one another.
This is living; this is reflection. This is perfection.
With warm weather returned I was able to ride this weekend. Maine drew much of my attention.
On one particular ride I found myself beyond paved roads and in the midst of a what appeared a managed forest. A vernal pool caught my attention, so it was off the bike and into the woods for exploration.
Sometimes dirt roads offer attractions beyond those we find on the highways and byways of our land. The woods are full of life and blessed with an abundance of stories.
A tree falls and dies. Its decaying wood suddenly hosts an army of plant and insect life that feed on its banquet of carbon and nitrogen. The circle is complete and ready to begin again.
Yes, riding into the woods is well worth the trip. Just remember to park the bike and walk a bit. We see more when we slow down.
Finally the sun is shining bright in the Northeast. Spring Fever is upon us.
The byways find motorcyclists appearing faster than the soon-to-be abundant spring flowers. Ahh, their scent and colors will be spectacular.
It's a joyous time of year for all. Happy Spring everyone. May the next Full Moon find flowers sprouting from every nook.
We witness moments when all time is suspended; magic is in the air. A child's smile, a dog's wag, a man's pause.
There are times when we simply feel alive and well. Our feet seem inches off the ground. We are in a state of elation. Perfection is at hand.
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