Thinking of you while motorcycling through the redwood hills of Santa Cruz.  Summer thoughts, wishing I were breaking asphalt in the hot sun to get the full effect of the summer sun.  Or bored as a child at a family picnic eating cob after cob off of a tall buttery plate.  Or hours lost to who knows what, an anthill, an aimless bike ride, playing with a piece of pipe on a long string.  Or just one whiff of that smell that means summer dust on the wind.

Asking myself big questions today.