Greg left my home the first week of June. He got back on his bike and began his pedaling trek home. He headed north towards Niagara Falls and then dipped into Canada for a few days after he turned to head west.
Days started at day break and ended with the setting of the sun. They were filled with navigation and careful attention to road hazards.
Nights were spent along roadsides, at state parks, in national forests and anywhere else convenient and safe for a lone traveler, a tent and a bike.
Because he lived alongside me for the month of May, he knew my love of rocks.
When he reached Lake Superior,
he took the time to pick up a few rocks that were unusual …
and mail them to me.
He took.the.time to pick them up,
ride his bike out of his way to a post office,
buy an envelope and a card,
write me a note inside the card
and then mail me the package.
And look at these beautiful stones.
This one may be my favorite. I plan to drill a hole in her
and wear her on a leather strand around my neck.
The smallest gestures
can take great effort
and mean SO much
from the distant shore of a huge northern lake
make me smile today.
What makes you happy this marvelous Monday morning?