Observed recently on Township Road 360 nearly halfway through a long ride on a warm and windy day.
Coming as it did while pushing through a section of road with deep, deep soul-sucking gravel.
It seemed to me that this was much like my life. In these times and in this place, this is what one might feel like.
But it never lasts long (relatively speaking).
This was what I saw near the end of my ride. Had already left the gravel behind and was riding on nice, smooth and newer secondary highway. I had the wind at my back.
It’s boarded up now, but at one time it must have been a sanctuary on the prairies. I like to imagine that this was at a time, maybe not unlike the times we are now experiencing, when buildings like this offered shelter and refuge and solace.
Like I said, it was near the end of my ride.
Stuart