Now in the midst of dreary winter, while the hills wear their white mantles, I sense a withering of will, and a drying up of muscle. When buds burst into leaves, I also break out in motion, powering against the rusted pedals, to rush down that path of leaves; rustling. .
Wintry winds tear at my coat, seek to reach my guarded soul, And follow me into my bungalow to snuff out my little flame. When Summer, oh summer, comes, I shall ride the streets of sun, catch the warm rays upon my back, spreading a glow through my winter shrunken frame.
-Ezra Hilyer
Read MoreA nice brisk walk into town on the morning, while I am here visiting my brother, I (and Mark) walked into town to meet Andrew after work. Portland is an amazing place, and it was fun to see the hundreds of cyclists, and we had to stop for about 15 minutes while the Hawthorn Bridge was raised.
-Ezra
Read MoreIt was finally warm enough to get out on my bike yesterday. I took my iPhone with the Geocaching App and went looking for Caches, all I cared about was getting outside and riding my bike again.
There is no feeling quite like it.
-Ezra
I want to get out and ride the trails again; I want to get back to the
outdoors.
Each summer, I spend time riding my favorite trails, and this summer
will be no different, but I am getting impatient for the time, and
weather to move in my favor.
I have a bad case of spring fever, and being out, and walking, and
running is not helping as much as it normally does, It is taking a
while to get over this past winter.
-Ezra Hilyer
Read MoreSo what do you do when there is no time in the day left to be human? No second free in the daily routine to simply be a man under the open sky?
You walk. Early in the morning, you walk to work, and when the day is done, and the sun is falling again; you walk home.
It is my reprieve from the demands of the day, and the pressures of life.
I can not adequately explain to you how important it is do take the time away from the city lights, and to walk under the stars like one of their long-lost children.
There are moments that can not be captured by word, or photograph, those moments of beauty that rush upon the senses, and drown out the worries, and cares of this petty existence.
Walking under the dark canopy of night, and likewise; to see the sun rise over the hills -gives a sense of place to life on this earth.
-Ezra
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