I rode in early, following the soft golden trail of the waning crescent moon, listening to the sounds of morning. Passed the prairie park with its native grasses and wild flowers wrapped in sleep as the perimeter trees stretched and yawned, woken by early morning traffic. Morning noises mix with echoes of yesterday, as I ride into my today searching for tomorrow. Some morning, by chance I catch a glimpse of the sun before rising, and leave that which I have been chasing far behind, and am awed by the power of presence. Take moments today to listen as life happens. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5064534
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