Riding Writing

We exist, yet again. We are seamless, fluid, connected. We ride.

We have been going on our jaunts through the new world for a few months now, but I have been remiss in keeping this blog updated.

We live, yet again. I breathe, he breathes. We ride.

Happy Pony Boy

Connection

Of which there is none. I miss riding, I miss being with Apollo, just us, in the moment, nothing else existing.