Ritual Posted on April 24, 2014 by michmobi Every time I ride, I fly. Arms extended, hail the sky I lift my heart and pedal through. I am a sail, but anchor too. I make my peace here on the road, Too free to fear, to far to fold. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related