Ride a bike, share your experience and love. When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart. ~Diane Ackerman
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Fire birds rested on the airfields of Brackett Field this Saturday morning. Gearing up for another battle with the recent fires that have hit Southern California. These giant mechanical birds look like something from a science fiction novel. Their towering presence filled the airfields as tiny men worked on the birds' engines. Protruding from their bellies were the hoses that sucked up water, I assume from Bonelli Park, and delivered them to the fires hot zones.
Jamie, my kids and I were awe inspired by the mechanical beauties. Adam kept saying, "Copters" and was reluctant to leave.
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