The sun blasts through the mountain and into our world. I was waiting for you, eager to celebrate with a pull, 30 seconds sharp, onto the right bars. Coffee pressure, that is. Now, I see your groggy eyes. Messed up hair and that cranky look about to crack a smile. I know you’re glad to see me. Beautiful, regal, just being. I want to be your sun, shine on to warm your world. But I’ll settle to be this moment, grateful to observe your glow. Shine on. August 18th, 2025