Back on the bus after so many weeks spent on a bike in the middle of nowhere. Glassy eyed commuters gripping the hand rail and swaying. But I like the crisp cold, the snow capped mountains in the distance and this feeling that isn’t quite home.
Back on the bus after so many weeks spent on a bike in the middle of nowhere. Glassy eyed commuters gripping the hand rail and swaying. But I like the crisp cold, the snow capped mountains in the distance and this feeling that isn’t quite home.