Usually at 6:07, I am tying on a pair of Kevlar boots in a morning meeting room while greeting forestry crew members at our tree nursery. Today, however, is Saturn Day, a beautiful balmy Minnesotan Saturday. An inherited bicycle is waiting for me to pedal to Ford Parkway once I write out this intro. A slingable bag full of reminiscence is waiting to be transcribed at a park or two. The sunny Summer forecast invites an adventure for constructive soul-searching under unexplored canopies beneath a clear open sky.
One peaceful bicycle ride later.