Pedaling parallel to railroad
through fields of goldenrod,
spotting snakes and dodging butterflies.
At the peak,
Chicago looms small to the East.
Lake Michigan gives me her two cents
and a tinker toy too.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” - Jack Kerouac
cute pics! love the little diddy following :) looking forward to more posts!!
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