Part III - Autumn Color Trike Ride

  

Song:  Alone

Artist:  Ray Wilson

This is the last article for this series.

Bandi and I were still climbing our ridge line...

and the farther up we went...

the greater were the distant views.

Almost home here.

We had finally reached home.

Bandi was so tired at this point...

as was I.

My right calf was on the verge of cramping...

but it was all so worth it.

When Bandi got inside...

she drank some water...

and then parked herself on my bed.

I began uploading the photos to my computer...

and once I was partially through typing up my first article...

I noticed an amber glow coming from the great room windows.

It was then that I realized that sunset was beginning.

I stepped out onto the third floor deck to capture the sunset.

The colors had extended to the clouds all around me...

up and behind as well.

What a fitting end to a magnificent day...

starting with my morning walk with Bandi around my property...

to triking around my neighborhood...

and then viewing this sunset from my third floor deck.

This was one of those days which get forever saved in the hard drive of my mind

for future replay at my leisure.

To have the deep and resonant feeling of colors and music...

all blended with the tactile sensations of the wind upon my face...

and of hearing the birds in the trees...

made for a day of which dreams are made.

Part II - Autumn Color Trike Ride

  

Song: Alone

Artist:  Ray Wilson

This is the second article on my neighborhood Autumn trike ride with Bandi.

Again...

I will be using this one song for the whole series of three articles

because it was what had played through my mind as I rode through the mountains.

I especially love the flute playing in the song.

It is the sound of the mountains in full color.

The way it accents and leads the melody in certain portions is just so fulfilling to hear.

I find natural beauty and music to be so inspiring.

It leads the mind to a possible beautiful future...

which then lays the direction and path for positive action...

to actually effect the envisioned positive result.

This is living life.

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Why trike through the mountains when I could just drive?

Because...

I am far more connected with my surroundings...

not just because I may feel the wind upon my face...

not just because I may experience the full uninhibited sights and sounds

as my peripheral vision is un-occluded...

and the only sounds coming from my trike are the hushed tones of its tires on the road...

the slight humming and crushing of gravel in rhythm with my breathing...

so I may hear the birds and the wind in the trees.

And...

also because...

I may experience the exhilaration of deep and relaxed diaphragmatic breathing

which comes from moderate exertion.

Once I get into a rhythm of motion...

the world seems to blend with my movements...

and it all becomes a state of Zen.

Everything I see and hear...

I feel...

and every sensation becomes amplified...

and all seems to come alive.

Colors bring about a deep sensation of pure joy

as they blend with the music of the mind...

and life itself takes on a value in those moments

which makes any and all earlier sacrifices worth it.

Each color...

and of how the light is either reflected or illuminated from behind...

each gradient within and of how the different colors had accented each other...

of how around each bend in the road had brought about new and welcome 

patterns of colors and textures...

made me a young child once again...

a fertile mind of absolute wonder at the beauty of the world...

and a mind filled with excitement at things to come...

 in what was around the next bend...

on the mountain...

and in life.

I say it again...

my ride was one of pure magic.

I am back on the main road leading towards home...

but with a ways still to go...

and all of it uphill.

Bandi's last water break.

We took many breaks...

not only to rest...

but so I could take more photos.

We were going up my mountain ridge line.

As we were going up the steepest incline...

we took more frequent breaks for Bandi.

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In the last article...

after arriving home...

and as I was typing up the first article...

I caught a beautiful sunset from my third floor deck.

The last photos of my trike journey and of this sunset

will be in the last installment of this series.