I was riding the equatorial salts of the north,
far north Cape York in Australia,
shunning the Gold Coast bling for
a taste of a real
middle earth
and
wheeling the feel of
a fresh
rainforest wilderness...
I heard my soul...
So my shiny blues are dusty...
I'll polish them when I get back...
Eventually...
Linking to: Flash 55 - at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
