Asked & Answered
On my first mountain bike ride of the year in Southern Utah – a spectacular place to ride by any account - I wrecked.
It started swimmingly, smooth path, sagebrush abounding, red rocks in the middle distance, rain sheeting over the granite peaks far away - absolutely picturesque. It was me, the lizards, and a whole lot of quiet.
Disconnected
Disconnect is where I had been, in the world of stories carefully constructed to create big feelings. Disconnected was where I wanted to be, in that world where stories had resolution.