Slicing smoothly through the countryside on an empty road, golden hour after a spring rain, the smell of cow farm and cut hay, pulling through big sweepers fast enough to feel the countersteer but somehow dreamlike slow, nothing about the bike in your field of view, just the world and the wind? “i thank you god for most this amazing / day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees”
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zen and… would have clicked for me if i had found it as a younger person, but by the time i got around to reading it i had already come around to the major focal points of the book by other means and the impact was less.