Tour 2019 – day 2

Turning Seasons Turning seasons turning wildly away, morning’s majestic calm unfolds. Out in spring clothes, I roam eastern fields. Lingering clouds sweep mountains clean. Gossamer mist blurs open skies. And soon, feeling south winds, young grain ripples like wings. – T’ao Ch’ien, translated by David Hilton’s in Mountain Home On the path The train arrives Whitefish early Tuesday morning and after preloading my bicycle I wader Whitefish for some time, see what’s changed sine 2012.…

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