Riding by the old cemetery, I stop to look. I love the quiet. Stillness is broken by a rumble of thunder, wind stirs the branches. A drop of rain.
Sometimes you just get caught in it. And despite the soaking, it is all ok.
I love your blog and love seeing your bike in your photos.
Amazing what form beauty takes sometimes!
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