"in a place called denmark, where eagles tumbled and wild turkeys mined boulders in open fields and vikings have been reduced to serving espresso, i stopped fighting the elements whose weight i bore and began to accept the moment for what it was rather than what it could be. the seemingly ceaseless headwinds and the constant rain became nothing more than the words that describe them now, in essence, i gave in to them, allowing them to blow and beat down in their natural way. and as they did, their weight was shed and once again i was free to ride alone."Day 4 from my new favorite blog - blog-en - using words and pictures to document a cross-country bicycle journey.
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