by Old Bone Machine
The first day of December and the odometer reads 9,862 kilometres. My goal for the year is to ride 10,000 kilometres. Almost there, but I’m not in sight of land’s end, a mountain top or a welcoming town. This was no linear journey from A to B.
I’ve been riding in circles.
Whither will my path yet lead me? This path is stupid, it goes in spirals, perhaps in circles, but whichever way it goes, I will follow it. – Hermann Hesse