Sunday Ride

The sun broke through the clouds this afternoon, and finally, I was able to take to the wild. A short ride on pavement, and I am on the Gem Trail. That mud coated my tires and left a stripe on my back is small consequence of the freedom I felt being able to pedal in the fresh air. My mind of course began to race, and, I was able to experience the creativity that endorphins bring. Even being stopped by a clog of mud on my tires was a pleasure. To be out, alone on the broad steps, looking up to the deep canyons of Kolob signaled a deeper homecoming.

My home full of groceries, I returned to my kitchen, finally, and spent the evening cooking: roasting, rendering, making preparations for the week to come. Listening to the radio, and simply enjoying the pleasure of a solitary domestic evening.

To bed in the Tipi, watching Orion’s belt through the smoke flaps. Awake in the cold, tipi door frozen stiff: Matilda and I burst out like strippers emerging from a giant conical cake.