The seasonal fragrances, the crispness of the late year breezes, the drudging weight of the high summer sun, the crystalline eternity of the blue stars surrounding you in the night sky, the reassurance you're given when the long darkness ends with the coming of the warming, promising dawn.
Through landscapes wondrous and vast, radiant, arid summers and kaleidoscopically-colored autumns, time and life immeasurably lost but experiences inestimably gained, and somewhere during the rides, there are paychecks, lost hours, great loves, and if we're really lucky, laughter, as the dusks become day and after the twilights fall to black.
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