Moonbeams on my shoulder. The crunch of gravel. Insects flicker in my headlight; a cone of light surrounded by black. Long grasses border the trail. They stand and sway like wayward sentinels, still drunk on the day’s heat. I know how they feel. The night air is a kind reprieve. The sky sprinkled with a million stars. A gentle breeze drifts over dry paddocks. Occasionally, the dust is punctuated by the sweet… Read More

Break in Transmission A change of season A change of pattern A cold is caught Achoo! ≡ What was I taught? Rest, she had said Take time to recover Bless you. ≡ No riding, no writing No swimming, no play Just runny nose and goo Oh, poo! ≡ A break in transmission Time to sit still Settle in the changes Renew. ©Gail Rehbein 2017  

Plans to ride over the creek and pick up a pizza came unstuck. Over the new bridge I rode. The late afternoon light throwing long shadows as the Brompton sped across the smooth concrete. Friday’s carefree feeling was in the air. Two young boys threw fishing lines into the creek’s full tide. A retired couple walked slowly out for an early dinner. We were on our way to collect a pizza. ‘It’ll… Read More