It was the sort of day that felt like a memory. Like running through grassy fields, feeling carefree, an optimism born of springtime and rebirth.

This elementary picture of warm and cold fronts, based only on how the density of air varies with temperature, explains pretty much all of my experience over the past week.

Down a strip of asphalt through the trees next to the interstate we rumbled. Roots heaved the path, that old cushy cruiser seat absorbing the shock quite well.

Yesterday, I reached the Cherokee National Forest. This is the name of the people group who were removed from this region and sent to Oklahoma in the 1830s.

A glissando of rain lashes down. Wind blares through the trees, shaking limbs, rattling.

Snow on vibrant moss and fern is the epitome of freshness. Green and white, like a spearmint candy.

Sure things might be broken in a big and complicated sort of way, but we still have some non-zero efficacy to make change. This emphasis on efficacy empowers us to be a small agent off change using whatever skills we have

A phone as interlocator between two people necessarily depersonalizes the interaction.

What matters because of its goodness or its utility, not because of how I compare to others as a result of possessing it?

Though we took different paths to our meeting, we both yearn for respect and attention. We are only human.