Singing: “this is my story, this is my song, praising my savior all the day long” I bob on rough dirt trails etched in the grass like hundreds of overlapping dead snakes. I invited a friend, but in the end I went by my lonesome. First I pedaled past the main park, climbed around at the jungle gym with the ten year old’s, and raced at the dirt jumps by the stadium. Finally I met the trails end and turned around after crossing a bridge.
I stopped, ate some apples and watched some territorial hissing geese. I met a unicycle rider, went home, climbed a tree, ate another apple, wrote this, and now I will wash my sweaty, dirty, tensed up body and sleep. Thank God for rest, beauty, and his Son.
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