Early fall foggy misty dew morning that gets my boots wet! I am bouncing along like a slightly-past-prime helium balloon. I know when to push it, but I'm not sure I know when to not. I wish it didn't take walking right up to the line to know I have the power of 100 ponies within me. Where do you hold the reins? When do you let go? Even after questioning and working and putting together more more more until the last moment I am still hung up on certain hangings. There's something so rewardingly exhausting about the speed of the train. And the momentum that keeps the wheels turning. I will not be depleted. I am a machine! I have turned myself into a machine. May I not lose my humanity. It's time for foraging. I am eating raspberries off the thorny vines and holding everything in my palm. May there be more detours. May every rest stop be more restful less stop. Thank you to those who encourage the scenic byway. By way of seeing anything is scenic (byway). There is a hungr...