48 hours

Exactly 48 hours ago, I was screaming down the South Boundry Trail on my bike, making my way from Angel Fire to Taos through pristine stands of Aspen, with Elk running through the valley below me. The bike was running flawlessly, the air was cool, the views spectacular.

Now I’m at work, sitting at my desk, going through the 500 emails I got last week. Oh, and it’s going to hit at least 100 degrees today.