Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water’s edge, diving into summer’s heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any...

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don’t.

Enjoy the RIDE NOW. You’ll be SUCCESSFUL later, however YOU define SUCCESS.