mac and ray
again, peddling through the sun...
beautiful day through the gorge
over the bridge of the gods and
back through a wind that paused
as we ascended.
the cool air seemed to veil us
from the sun, though afterwards
we found our faces and legs
pink, tight and radiating some of
its heat.
and the mind is a funny thing...
taking us in and out of conversation.
philosophy talk, goofing, and then
caught in the depths of our own heads.
speaking when necessary,
but some things are stronger
when left silent.
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